Unicorns do not exist,
they only think they do.
Unicorns do not exist,
they've better things to do.
This unicorn is neither pink nor invisible nor yet a unicorn. It is one of those tree carvings carried out in the Avenues on trees that have either died or been deemed to be damaging property and killed off. Sadly it seems no-one has taken any care of it and it is riddled with woodworm holes and will, no doubt, cease to exist in the the not too distant future unless some virgin with a large tin of Borax comes along and tames it.
By the by if anyone knows the source of the verse, please do tell. I can't find any attribution on the web.
The Weekend in Black and White may exist here.
I love the verse, but I don't know its derivation. Beautiful carving, shame it's decaying.
ReplyDeleteLovely poetry and great textures in your BW photo ~
ReplyDeleteartmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
I've never heard the verse before.
ReplyDeleteCarvings like that can never last. I find something appealing about them as age and nature reclaim them. As for the verse, is it by Paul Gascoigne? He looks like a humbug in his Gaza Strip.
ReplyDeleteAwesome carving!
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What a gtreat carving, I hope someone takes the time to preserve it
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Great carving, and BW shot too!
ReplyDeleteVerse, photo, all of it: beautiful.
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