Certainly an advantage to being a house sitter in a new community, rather than a tourist, is that I have unrestricted time to mosey through market and residential areas that aren’t featured in Chamber of Commerce literature.
I particularly like to look for people’s art or public art, as opposed to gallery art, all over a town.
On out-of-the-way streets in the town of Langley on Whidbey Island, I got to discover what the ordinary (and extraordinary) townspeople think is important, funny, or beautiful. I’m charmed by sculpture—commissioned or home grown—outside houses or businesses, or by displays of humor, good-will, and individuals’ political persuasion through signage.
This town has a fair number of happily expressive people. Below a selection of what I saw on several ambles through this tiny town.
In the middle of town there’s a postage-stamp-sized park—kind of a peace park—with a Tibetan prayer wheel and a pelican.
Then there are residences with objets d’art verging on the outrageous.
Whidbey is an island, so one can’t forget the life of the sea.
And then there are creations outside of stores.
Finally, my favorite fellow stands outside the South Whidbey Historical Museum. Don’t you think he looks a bit chilly, out there in the snow with no jacket?
Well, someone came to his rescue a few days after I took the picture above:
Next up, if I get it together to gather the photos—”The Incomparable Dump!” Whidbey Island has an extraordinary recycling center.