Duck, Ducking

Here is a mysterious object: Some kind of abstract sculpture, perhaps?  Or is it a ghost or an alien or a member of the Ku Klux Klan carrying scrolls?  Or are those sausages, perhaps, or maybe cat-tails? Cat-tails they are.  For if I place this shaker beside its partner, all is revealed: Those are inContinue reading “Duck, Ducking”