The Transformation of Dedo
Dedo, as the mythology of Paris goes, was a small gargoyle perched atop Notre Dame. He had been carved by a nun who disliked all the fierce gargoyles and wanted something kinder on the roof of the vast cathedral. Replicas of the small crossed-toe fellow have been a mainstay of yard ornamentation shops ever since.
I picked up this one about a decade ago and he's been floating around my houses and apartments since that time, acting as a doorstop, as a bookend and as a watchful agent on my shelf. Last fall he went outside to watch over the small pop of succulents that we had perched on the railing. The winter was harsh to the little guy and he's started to molt. It looks like his back is erupting, almost as if he starting a metamorphosis into a winged creature. I'm afraid to move him as I'm sure it would disturb the delicate tracery of destructive erosion taking place on his back. However, I did add the purple flower for, you know, aesthetics.
