buddha, jesus

Had to shoot my picture before leaving home this morning, since we're recording the podcast tonight and lugging my camera, lenses, AND laptop around all day is insane, even by my standards. (Not that I haven't done it, though.)

These are in my neighbor's little garden, along with some other random statuettes. Another neighbor in our tiny compound* told me that the statue-owner has lived there for 30 or 40 years, is a Vietnam vet, and is also stoned a lot of the time. Which ... explains quite a bit. I no longer have to re-introduce myself to him every couple of weeks, but if you are a short-ish blond woman, and you run into him on your way to visit me, he will likely greet you with "Hi, neighbor!" He's a very nice man, and back when I used to get up and run at 5 a.m., he'd be the only person I'd ever run into on our block.

So, anyway, this is his garden.

More January goodness here.

* It's sort of like Melrose Place, if Melrose Place were made up of a bunch of somewhat rickety old buildings. Also, we have neither a pool nor an Amanda Woodward. So, I guess, not like Melrose Place at all.