An artist friend of our son Peter told me once that doing art is a lonely business. And so it is, but that loneliness is at once its joy as well as its burden. This strange, magnificent bird reminds of that artistic reality, residing as it does on a wall facing the parking lot of the world's smallest strip mall. I don't know what it means or why it's there, but apparently it's something some artist simply had to do and in so doing make the world a slightly better place.
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