A walk to the beach led me to an ugly discovery. The sculptured bear on East Beach, even though he’s never been my favourite piece of public art, had been the victim of a senseless attack.
He’d lost a good chunk of his nose.
It must have taken a huge amount of effort – or at least some solid tools – to gouge out such a chunk of this massive piece of stone.
It’s too bad whoever did this couldn’t find a more productive outlet for that kind of energetic strength.
A friend reminded me that rubbing the nose of a statue is a superstition associated with bringing good luck. Mean of me, maybe, but I’m hoping that the missing chunk of nose will follow the person who did this, and trail him (her?) with all sorts of bad luck. The nose knows…