When I was about seven, my dad and I went on a walk along the mud flats.

What seemed so small from the road was literally huge when standing next to it. One sculpture I remember well was a giant wheel chair. My head only came up to the middle of the front wheels.

I wanted to know where it all came from. Who built all of that stuff.

Dad's answer, "people".

There were a lot of pictures taken that day. Perhaps, someday they will get scanned and added to this very sparce collection.

Not that Harold and Maude can't carry a show.