Terrain Exhibition in Oak Park/Berwyn style

My dad brought over an article in the Chicago Tribune, about art displayed in front of houses of Oak Park, and other cities. terrainexhibitions.com
Michel and I biked around Oak Park where some houses had art displayed, most on the 700 block of Highland. Sometimes it was hard to guess which houses have art for this exhibition and which houses have just a huge balance ball in their front yard for other purposes. Then I noticed that the art always has a descriptive plaque.

This is us in front of 1157 south Taylor. Better picture and description here
http://www.terrainexhibitions.com/#!1157-south-taylor/cdpk

This sculpture in front of an Oak Park house is by Pat McDonald and is not associated with the exhibit. I think the people who bought the sculpture are visionaries and that it is a great idea to support the arts in this way. Here is a link to more info of this sculpture.
http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Monumental-sculptor-Pat-McDonald.html?soid=1101596775068&aid=lcSJi7wbcZM

On our adventure, we ran into a favorite homeless man. He told us that he would like to contact deodorant companies and see if they would donate deodorant to college students. He went on to say that students could pass the deodorant around and share it if necessary.

Yard zucchini, behind that, Judi Dench, the chicken who is now eating the other chicken's eggs. We don't have the nerve to eat her yet.

Finally a water lily bloomed this week.

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