I am not a believer in serendipity. I do not receive messages from the universe, angels or extraterrestrials. I do, however, believe in grand collisions of coincidence. I love corvids and collect their likenesses in whatever form I can find. On our 12-hour road trip two weeks ago, still on jet-lag from the 12-hour return trip from Santiago to Denver, I was not contemplating crows, ravens or magpies. On I-25 South from Denver to New Mexico there are several 100-mile stretches of highway between small towns and only three or four roadside rest stops in 600 miles. Usually we never pass a rest stop. This time we did. When Nature's call became quite urgent I requested the next available stop so B turned off onto a side road which led to a small convenience store. On the roadside we saw pickups and trucks from which their owners sold firewood, jerky, chili ristras and other goods but at that moment I was not interested in shopping. On the way back I scanned the sellers for a photo opportunity and suddenly I yelled, "Stop." Sitting on wooden stumps in front of a large white panel truck were wire sculptures of eagles, hawks, roadrunners, squirrels--and one crow. The crow just happened to be the only one I could afford--so I bought it. I talked for a long time with the artist. He was moving across country, working, camping and selling as he went. He gave me his card. Take a look at his other works here.
I'm fond of saying, "I don't need any more things in my life," but every once in a while an irresistible coincidence appears and another favorite joins the collection.