August 23. I am enchanted when I find something like this. A solitary figure waiting to march forward to an ancient war. A helmet that recalls a Hessian warrior. Or is it the hat of the local vicar coming out to conquer the dragon. It exists as a temporary installation, exposed to the elements that reshape it from its creator’s original intent. Pieces have worn off, or maybe the owners of the building will move to clean the surface to restore the brick. I wish it would stay this way forever.
