I’ve ended up going downtown several times recently for a variety of reasons. And when I was there, I was struck (figuratively, of course) by the beauty of this bear. They are gorgeous, majestic and somewhat terrifying creatures.
Supposedly there is a real bear that lives in the hills up above my house, but I have only seen traces of him, including wet footprints on the trail. But you can find images of them around town.
Here’s the bear as patriotic yard art.
This window display shows the two sides of a bear. The cute and cuddly teddy bear is quite lovable, harmless and friendly. The Indian has both a bear claw necklace and wears a bearskin around his waist, showing that he is brave and has the spirit of the bear (the fierce bear, not the cuddly bear).
There is even an eating establishment in town just for bears. I assume that they serve porridge (not too hot, and not too cold, just right).
And if you want your car to be fixed by bears it just might happen.
This local bear was both ferocious and festive.
Okay, I’m sure that you can guess why I took this picture. Yes, of course it was for the bear.
This poor fellow presides over a bar filled with scantily clad waitresses. But perhaps he is enjoying it after all, he does have a grin.