Works
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Joseph DeAngelis' Rinterzo in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Flying Men by Elisabeth Frink in Odette Sculpture Park, Windsor Canada
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Yolanda Vandergaast's Penguins on a Waterfall (2000) in Windsor Sculpture Park
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Maryon Kantaroff's The Garden in Windsor Sculpture Park
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Derrick Stephan Hudson's Tembo in Windsor Sculpture Park
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Edwina Sandys' Eve's Apple in Windsor Sculpture Park
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Joe Rosenthal (sculptor)'s Consolation (detail) in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Joe Rosenthal (sculptor)'s Consolation in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Joe Rosenthal (sculptor)'s Consolation in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Gerald Gladstone's Morning flight in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Bruce Watson's Union Six in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Anne Harris (sculptor) Tohawah in Windsor Sculpture Park - Windsor, Ontario/Canada
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Sorel Etrog's sculpture in Windsor Sculpture Park Windsor, Ontario.
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Picture of Detroit Skyline taken from the Windsor Sculpture Park in Windsor, Ontario
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