This hunk of rusty metal has been a local joke for years. I first spotted it next to some construction work and thought it was a part of the site. That’s until it was relocated smack in the middle of my favorite running path, forcing me to ponder the strange style of late 20th century sculpture art nearly every day. It’s basically a rusted over piston with several panels attached to it that once rotated freely but now sit stiff and motionless. The strange piece of post apocalyptic debris originated in 1974, when my town hosted the Oregon International Sculpture Symposium. It’s by New York sculptor Tony Rosenthal, who wasn’t actually there to supervise its construction. He apparently still “apologizes to this day about its shortcomings.” (according to Bob Keefer at the Register-Guard). So maybe my criticism wasn’t so off-base, but the piece’s ever decaying form does serve as an interesting sort of memento mori.