Greetings from Rhinebeck, New York! Yes, Marianne and I are on the road yet again. Our next-door neighbor Pat refers to us as "the gallivanters."
On the way here we stopped in at Opus 40 to enjoy October's bright blue weather and clamber all over that wonderful frog-nurturing and quarry-filling sculpture. Before his premature death in 1976, accidentally crushed by a slab of stone, sculptor Harvey Fite created many stone statues, one enduring work of what would later come to be known as landscape art, and a number of minor whimsies. Two of which are shown above.
I love those things! But, as you've observed yourself if you've ever visited my house, there are no swan-shaped anythings anywhere to be seen. That's because with a name like mine, if you break discipline once, you'll put it into people's heads that you're a collector and you'll be given more and more swan-shaped trash until the house is entirely full and there's nothing to be done but to move to a foreign land and change your name.
Still. Clever bit of found art, eh?