Now see, it wouldn’t have worked without a lot of snow. How else would I have stood them on their ends? This scene from last week shows what I built with the giant icicles I broke off the canales (roof drains)—one over seven feet long—to let the meltwater run off faster. A little less of it ran down the kitchen wall, at any rate. My wife isn’t a camera person, otherwise I’d have shown you a shot of me holding the big one like an elephant’s tusk. If you’re curious, you can read about the stone fish from Michoacán here. It’s worth it.
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Extra-nice fish (and fish story). I had a similar thing I lugged around, but it was a Mexican clay plant pot – not as sturdy as the fish and now cracked and gone. That fish will outlast all of us.
My Mexican plant pot was from one of those cross-border day-trips with my Austin best friend to buy her pills she needed for sleeping, which I don’t remember the name of. She died exactly a year ago. We had been friends since 1968. Your fish sparked a wonderful memory for me. Thank you.
Excellent! De nada.
The fish is carved from some kind of fairly soft stone, but it’s quite heavy. One of the “legs” (fins) is broken off—disconnected but whole—and if I position it just so, no one can tell.