here he comes: the Golden Gaffer.
First time I met him (in 1999), he was sitting zazen half-hidden in a murky nettlesome thicket, a dignified and very serene presence.
Next time (in 2004), he had been moved out into the sun. The large insect on the pole beside him – I think it’s nothing to do with the hole in his beard. We’re free to guess, though.
On my next visit (2008) he wasn’t quite himself any more. Last time (a few weeks ago) he was nowhere to be seen.
Let’s have a moment’s silence in memory of the Golden Gaffer.
Sculptor: Unknown/Location: Østby, Denmark
Photo: Magpie Jane