Suzanne's Mom's Blog

For a while there, my 3-year-old grandson was really into elephants. That was the result of a bedtime story John invented about a lost elephant in the cemetery at the end of his street.

Even though he is more into lions at the moment, I have been taking random elephant-related pictures for him, like the one on the Chinatown mural I posted a couple weeks back.

I hope he gets to see the elephant in front of the school in Rhode Island. It’s made from wood that Hurricane Sandy threw on the shore. I took a picture.

On the same morning I took a picture of an elephant spirit trapped in a tree. He had probably been unhappy foraging on a small island but seems to be doing well in his current metamorphosis. He is quite serene, watching cars and walkers pass by on Payne Road, keeping his eye on things. Asakiyume may be able to provide more details of his backstory. She has a better imagination for menageries in the wild.