Considering this was my first-ever visit to the Denver Botanic Garden, I felt lucky that there was an outdoor sculpture exhibition by Allan Houser called Modern Form: Plants, Peoples, and the Art of Allan Houser. Although I'd never heard of Houser before, I'm quite fond of sculpture, especially when it's tied to another love, Indian art.
I think I spent more time photographing his sculptures than I did the flowers. I thought this sculpture was particularly powerful, if not haunting:
In my younger days, particularly those spent in the Armor Branch at Ft Irwin, I would have been more moved by this sculpture,
but those days have long passed and I find myself drawn to more peaceful views, like this one of a woman grinding corn,
or this one. This one is so close to life-sized that I almost felt like I was there with this shepherd.
In fact, I was so struck that I came back and shot it from three more angles, and all of them seemed delightful to me.
There’s something about the herder carrying the lamb that just plain appeals to me. Must have been having the grandkids along for the day.
Of course, I couldn’t resist going to Houser’s site, where I learned his parents were Chiricahua Apaches who had been interred. Talk about a rags-to-riches life! One more reason I need to get to Santa Fe.