I continued down the canyon towards Harrington Creek, finding none of the sculptures I anticipated: all gone without a trace. Even Mona Lisa’s Grave by Mark Oliver, an installation and performance piece addressing the death of classical art, had disappeared into the void.
But in their absence, the forest was rejuvenating itself as it will, trumpeting that life simply wants to live.
The place where I had collected two 4” tall Douglas Fir sprouts in 2010 has abundant new growth. Those sprouts now tower nearly 30 feet high in a sunny spot in front of my home.