When I was a kid I would lay on the lawn look up at cloud and day dream about all sort of things. I even thought that was heaven at one time and god just laid around on fluffy cloud...Silly me.
Since I live in a small community there no sculpture or statue to speak of. I look up the word sculpture and see how much out of the box I could go.
During the past week Murphy and I took a drive up on Ball Creek...I notice this rock away up there it reminded me...how the glacier moved and sculptured the mountain and valleys though this area...”Sort of give it a tornado whipped look.”