Except for maybe this man. He looks so dour. But he is a maker of whirligigs, so maybe his holds his happiness on the inside. I am terribly sorry to say, though, that I do not know this man's name. My mom took this picture before (or maybe after?) she purchased the whirligig he happens to be holding (somewhere in northern California of all places) as a gift for Kurt and me. The photo below is a close-up of said gig of whirl. We are thrilled. This is one talented man. He has certainly made us happy. And so have you, Mom. Thanks!
I don't know if y'all know that Vollis Simpson is the undisputed King of Whirligigs. His work is incredible.
All of this whirligig talk also reminds me of a folk artist from Georgia, R. A. Miller. I had the pleasure of visiting his home and studio way back in about 1992. Whirligigs were everywhere. I left with one of his well-known Blow Oskar figures. I've always regretted that I did get a red devil. But then again, devils don't make people happy, do they?