art where it isn’t supposed to be. Plus a TARDIS.

I spend a large chunk of my time making art, so when I find art unexpectedly, it runs shivers into my soul like the first trill of a songbird in spring. Some art forms deliberately make the viewer uncomfortable, and street art is an excellent medium for this, while others settle into their natural landscapes like a bird onto a branch, reminding me that we can be a part of nature too.

This cheery stone greeted us from atop a post at the entrance to a popular hiking trail:


and then there was this:


and this:


and this dark wonder of low tide beachscaping:


The next bunch we found at Barn Marsh Island beach near Cape Enrage, NB (Canada).  The TARDIS and dalek were built in 2017. You can’t see the dalek’s eye stalk because I prioritized safety (the cliff in the back is unstable) so you’ll have to trust me it’s there. I’m guessing the left-most sculpture relates to the Doctor Who theme as well but I haven’t figured it out yet. As it’s more rickety than the others, it may have been added by another artist later. There’s actually driftwood inside the dalek and the TARDIS to keep them sturdy, and they were SOLID. They lasted a full winter of nor’easters, blizzards, and storm surges before disappearing early in the summer of 2018, and I still suspect someone might have kicked them over at that point.


These next two are from the same beach, same spot, just this past week. I like to think it’s the same Whovian artist because of the style and the use of driftwood to balance the rock.


above is the side-view, and this next one is looking head-on at the wall with the Bay of Fundy behind it. Gorgeous.


Do you find art in unexpected places? I’d love to hear about it if you do.

In writing news, I have a sci-fi drabble, or 100-word story, in the Storming Area 51: Survivor Stories anthology from Black Hare Press and we hit #1 on Amazon in the U.S. last week. Woohoo! You can read the reviews and learn more about the book by clicking here.

love locks

I came across a gate of love locks while haunting the area downtown where I lived in my early twenties. In Europe, love locks are placed on bridges as a symbol of romantic commitment. In Moncton, the plaque stated these locks were a symbol of love for the city’s downtown. Knowing the locals, these locks combine the two meanings together and find their own hybrid vigor somewhere in the smash.


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There’s an unexpected diversity and creativity hidden in the metal, polish scrubbed away by the elements, rusting patinas standing testament to the salty breezes off the Bay. Maybe Monctonians are a bit like that, too.