I'm fond of kinetic sculptures. Lately I've been enjoying
Anthony Howe's wind-powered pieces.
Years ago I workshopped a sonnet here featuring one of George Rhoads's rolling ball machines at Rady Children's Hospital San Diego, but the poem's been rejected by so many publishers that I guess I'll just shut up and let the sculpture speak for itself. (The RCHSD sculpture shares many of the same features as
this one, but on a much smaller scale.)