Thursday, July 10, 2014
In Which We Meet a Pelican and an Artist
The girl could barely believe her eyes when she saw the artwork emerging from the sand. We watched the artist as he worked with a paintbrush, his fingers, and a small shovel. After we toured the wharf which included viewing jellyfish in the dark and catching a crab smaller than a fly, we met a pelican, who apparently could not fly.
Or maybe, since there is a place that rents fishing poles on the wharf, this pelican prefers making friends with fishermen to plunge diving. He/She did not seem the least bit shy about posing for a photo.
At the end of our morning, the sculpture looked like this:
Labels:
art,
family,
granddaughter,
love,
pelican,
sand sculpture,
sculpture,
toys
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3 comments:
She's darling. And I can't wait to see what she's done with the toys either! Take photos!
She has powers, that one.
One of the greatest joys of being a grandmother is that we get to relive what it's like to see the world through the eyes of a child.
There is nothing like it.
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