This guy, Gary Greff, has spent most of his life making massive scrap metal sculptures in rural North Dakota. I love it so much, I have a mini sculpture of the tin men. The most horrifying thing I’ve ever experienced is driving down the highway at night. It is pitch black out there and these sculptures just creep into the edge of your headlights. Bone-chilling. Sorry for another North Dakota rec, that’s actually crazy.
I specifically made plans this year to be alone on my actual birthday. And it’s been so nice. The best in years, no tears! I got up early to walk around a wildflower garden, tried a new coffee shop. Read a lot. Thrifted. Sushi for dinner and a peach crepe for dessert. The only thing missing was that I never went and celebrated with my favorite paintings at the museum but I’ll have a belated party with them later. Happy birthday to me.
