When a Man’s an Empty Kettle….

…he should be on his mettle. Who said that?

It was this guy:

I spotted him in someone’s yard on Wentworth Springs Road near Georgetown, which is about halfway between Placerville and Colfax in the Sierra foothills. I was heading home from Lake Tahoe, opting for the scenic route that cuts through the El Dorado National Forest rather than US 50.

Loyal readers familiar with this blog know of my appreciation for yard art. Especially in this era, where so many of us seem to be poised to pounce on each other for using the wrong word or drinking the wrong beer, yard art is a whimsical, unencumbered gift to passersby. It’s outward-facing, offering a brief distraction or a chuckle and asking for nothing in return. I think yard art does far more to improve the world than any political placard listing beliefs or principles.

And yet I’m torn apart. Just because I’m presumin’ that I could be kind-a-human, If I only had a heart.