Arizoning out

There are probably not so many artistic renditions of human fecal matter in the world, despite the fact that the subject is so common to the hearts and hollows of all mankind, and even animalkind. But would you believe that I, SK Green, was blessed with the opportunity to not only witness one such sculpture on my recent trip to visit Dawn in Tucson, but also to lounge on it and experience it in all manners which one such piece of art ought to be experienced? The whole business began when one of the wealthier neighborhoods in Tucson thought it suitable to commemorate themselves via art. Artist Paul Edwards was hired to think of just the right way to honor the 'hood, and he did so by constructing a large mosaic sculpture in memory of the sewage overflow problems that the neighborhood had fallen prey to several years ago. BLAH! Said the neighborhood, THAT'S DISGUSTING! and they banished it from their proximity. Where did it turn up? Why the poor part of town, of course, and that's where Dawn and I got to enjoy this brown beauty. I thought it was quite a nice sculpture, really, but perhaps I was born into special circumstances. We brought our hula hoops (Dawn is an amazing hoop dancer!) and the ipod speakers down to the park and soaked up the sun on the geysers of mockrock raw sewage! It was by far the most satisfying and pleasant experience of an otherwise absobloominlutely amazing trip. Also below is a photo of a dead saguaro cactus; very interesting!