|Alas! The lil' red one is probably gone for good, |
following the overeager participation of an 8 year old.
|The red one where it was originally placed before being|
"hidden" in a pile of rocks on the bluff by my son.
- Little girls, age 3 1/2, will bring BACK a carefully placed and documented crocheted rock, explaiming proudly for all to hear, "Look Mommy! I found one of your rocks!"
- Little boys, age 8 1/2, will interpret you asking them to place the rock somewhere random as a direction to HIDE THEM so well that they may never be found. Me: "Why did you HIDE it?" Son: "uh.... I guess I thought it was too obvious where it was..." Hmmm... kinda defeats the purpose of "Found Art", eh? Poor 'lil red rock is gone for good, I'm afraid...
|Anonymous girls checking out the green one, laughing and looking around.|
Then, they just left him there. Alone. Sad. Hungry. Sniffle.
|Still there? Or did YOU find it?|
|This one found a home! |
|Purple... Purple moved around once or twice becasue he was hard to see|
and people kept walking by him. Then he got soaked by a rogue wave. He'll survive.
|Purple's original spot... I eventually moved him into an open space (below), where|
he'd be SURE to be seen... then watched at least 10 people nearly step on him
(not to mention get run over by the Lifguard Jeep)without so much as a glance. Sigh.
|This is where I left Mr. Purple. He's still there. Come and find him!|
See how tricky it is to spot them?