It’s that time of year again when my wife badgers me into Christmas preparations. Something about the holidays compels her to dream up symbolic objects for me to saw out of plywood and festoon with lights. Last year it was an eight-foot high peace symbol. This year I spent a couple days assembling what my brother refers to as The Duck of Peace. No politics this year, just peace.
Blue Plywood Duck of Peace
Blue Plywood Duck of Peace
Blue Plywood Duck of Peace
It’s that time of year again when my wife badgers me into Christmas preparations. Something about the holidays compels her to dream up symbolic objects for me to saw out of plywood and festoon with lights. Last year it was an eight-foot high peace symbol. This year I spent a couple days assembling what my brother refers to as The Duck of Peace. No politics this year, just peace.