Rob Hood’s sculptures are scattered around the central city.
This bucket on a pole in Armagh Street is one of a set of five, entitled Duck Soup. The photo’s a bit skewiff because I took it through a wire fence. The tower behind is one part of the Copthorne Hotel that didn’t come down unexpectedly.
The title of the work evokes a Marx Brothers film, and the work is suggestive of Marx Brothers antics. It all helps to lighten our surroundings.
“Surprising when out on a stroll
To see a bucket on a pole.”
Even more surprising if you were to see a Duck in the bucket! I had a surprise visit from two ducks this morning. Just ambled up the driveway and ambled down again.
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Gallivanta, that’s thrilling. A couple of years ago we had a visit from two ducks, who even bathed in our water feature.
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Our visitors were more mature than yours but it is so funny the way they suddenly appear/disappear. I guess we do the same to them when we suddenly appear on the river bank and watch them.
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I misread the artist’s name as “Robin Hood!” I am always amazed at how often people put things atop poles and light standards – usually road cones.
Laughing at the unexpected is great!
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It IS good to come across something unexpected, isn’t it?
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Very good to spot something amusing or intriguing. I wonder if the bucket will tip once full of rain in a slapstick moment Ruth?
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Speaking of ducks…I heard someone say he had “duck bumps” rather than “goose bumps”. That’s a variation which might stick! Or does it give you the shivers?
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I understand they’re called goose bumps because they make your skin look like goose flesh, so i guess the same would apply to duck flesh, or even chicken flesh. Shiver me timbers!
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