I went outside today.
So, that means it’s time for some more rest-area art.
If you’re wondering why this rest area art is so superlatively better than some of the things I’ve posted before, well… that’s because this is Nebraska rest area art. This one happens to be near the Platte River, and is therefore… uhm… well, it’s supposed to be a Sandhill Crane. Or possibly Two Sandhill cranes. Not really sure.
It isn’t, by the way, anywhere near the Sandhills, or, for that matter, any place I would actually associate with Sandhill Cranes.
Today was about getting out and getting some sun, so off to Omaha, I go!
Yup. That’s Omaha. You can tell by the poured concrete parking garage behind the bull rushes. And actually, this is in downtown Omaha. I suspect there’s a reason for all this nature-y excitement. Probably has something to do with drainage, or flood control.
Omaha is a nice balance between urban and rural life. You don’t get bored, but you also don’t have to spend all your time staring at concrete.
Yes, that water has been dyed. Just a little. It’s only obvious when it goes over the rocks, or… well, there is a fountain. And it looks kool-aid blue against the white rocks.
And, yes, that’s a gondola. Or two, if you’re willing to define the word loosely. (You may note that one of those things looks slightly more Italian than the other.) $3 a person, or $20 to charter the whole thing. Not a bad price, really.
Mmmm… Italian. And there goes my mind, wandering back to food, as usual.
Same city, different blog post.