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An odd sculpture meets an odd view of it; here I look over the shoulder of the sheep in the barber's chair towards his friend. Yes, it was one of those grey Canberra mornings that you get in late winter / early spring and a drop of condensation hovers just below the horn.

(If you're linking here from the 65th S&T competition, the [Previous] image puts this one in context.)