Subtle, He Says

 

Another day to miss my beloved and hilarious husband, the late Walter Maya. This earnest artist believes that his creations subtly suggest our various sexual parts. I found it difficult to think of anything else, except maybe what I have heard about acid trips. Walter would have sniggered himself silly over these pieces, the more so as the artist believes his creations to be evocative. Right. Like the rude rocks of Joshua Tree National Monument.

And to think that we saw it on Pasqual Street!

Before we were asked to do social isolation, before we were asked to limit trips to essentials, before we were told to stay home, a friend and I visited the Huntington Gardens, which are very close to the Los Angeles Arboretum. The Arboretum is home to a whole lotta peafowl. They come and beg if you're having a picnic. If there's a concert performance, they sing along, especially with the women (a peacock's cry sounds like someone's yelling "HELP!"). And, they visit the neighbors. As we drove back to my friend's home, we spotted about 15 in someone's front yard. And we witnessed the above spectacle. Note the slant and scrabble of their legs as they corner.