R and I stop our car in a snowy ravine. I get out and skate around on the ice. We drive around a large frozen lake. It gets dark. We pass some horse-dragons with long, stiff, black spike-tendrils poking out of the backs of their long necks. Later, we drop F off at his tiny house. It has central heating that is performed by a dog statue.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #293: There were horse-dragons with stiff black tendrils.
Dragon Artist Flies Again
Thanks, person whose signature I can’t make out
It was back at the end of June that a mystery artist created a 50+ foot NeverEnding Story-esque beast on the plastic wrap that masks the Anasazi building’s lower parts. It was beautiful, but I pass the intersection everyday. The piece stayed up so long that I got used to it. I don’t really know when it got washed away, but only looked up one afternoon and it was gone.
A replacement dragon appeared on Monday morning. This one is green! It’s not as long, but still impressive in size. It’s also lumpier. (That’s not really an insult to a dragon.) What I like about these pieces is their fuzziness, their ambiguity. The creatures could be from any mythology. They could be Asian, Eastern European, fictional or whatever. At first glance, I thought the dragon rider was wearing a sombrero. But it could be one of those old-timey jungle explorer hats. Or maybe a fantasy hat of the world from which the dragon hails.
The green behemoth has lips. Or does it? It definitely has teeth. Or maybe it’s just that brush-like stuff whales have. One thing’s for sure, it looks drowsy. I feel you, sleepy dragon. I’m glad we can commiserate as I walk to work each morning.