It’s the story of my life right now that I’m not free to go anywhere or see anything. I’m in school, you see – in university – and the time of year which I, as a Canadian, would absolutely love to hit the road (winter) just happens to be the same time of year when they schedule the majority of my classes. This leaves me chained to my desk and my responsibilities when quite frankly I would far rather be sitting by the pool, sipping mint julep and admiring the handiwork of the gardening-type person who painstakingly, almost religiously, certainly fastidiously carved these two fine-looking specimens.
Looks like sculpture, doesn’t it? It’s the Phoenician again, in Scottsdale.
I wish, oh how I wish.