From what I can guess, this is a rendering of Abraham Lincoln in Styrofoam after he’d risen from the dead and decided to take up bag piping, though really and truly, I am not sure. Either way, its ugly, but just for good measure, the view, in full:
Enjoy. Or better yet, look at the classic beauty below, by which I mean the alligator.
I took the picture because it reminded me of this classic beauty:
You know, just a little around the eyes.
Marcel Duchamp autographed urinals and called them art. Genius. Nut. I am not that nuts, but I too photograph things and call them art. I also get fascinated with certain things and photograph them into oblivion until I am happy with them. That can take years sometimes. My latest is this rusty paint on the sides of utility poles. Ansel Adams had the great American wilderness. To each our own. Anyway, a few ready-mades:
I took this photo:
and I couldn’t believe how life-like it looked. Of course, I couldn’t go and leave it alone or anything:
This last one is my favorite. Has kind of a Helmut Newton thing to it, I think:
Or not. Well, OK, I think so.
I have so many photos of this thing, but it never fails to amaze me.
No spiel here. For once.
Confused? Well, this is Mercer House, a historic residence in Savannah, Georgia. It was lovingly restored by one Jim Williams, an well known Savannah antique dealer. OK, so seriously, stop sounding like a tour guide and get to the salacious stuff? Well, in that front room to the left, Jim Williams shot his gay lover Danny Hansford in 1981. It was in a little book called “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,” a read I highly recommend.
You are forbidden from photographing inside the house, what else is new, but you can’t even photograph the garden. I managed to snap this one before getting a talking to from the guide:
Like I said, photos in Mercer House forbidden, and its too bad because the place is stunning. I wanted to go there because of the spooky true crime aspect and it was weird to stand in a room where a murder had taken place, but I’ll give Jim Williams one thing. That man had incredible taste and a sense of humor. There were arms of statues sort of strewn in random places and a cat who “owns the place” according to the guide. She was another one. She referred to the Civil War as “the unpleasantness.” Love it!
Savannah did its part to provide loads of American Gothic charm:
and, surprisingly, palm trees:
Truth in advertising:
It was green everywhere:
I loved Savannah.
I got so much material from the kitsch area from that little sojourn in Florida that I needed three entries to thoroughly talk about and post all of it. This is the last entry. I promise. Here we go:
So many things here that we just way too funny. Why the fence? If that thing say, came to life, the fence would be up to his calves.
He had a friend too:
What were they going to do? Run away? These two jokers were in front of this very subtle, almost minimalist structure:
I didn’t go inside. I feared for the building structural integrity, given my ability to laugh at all of this. In other words, I was afraid my explosive laughter would make it collapse.
All I have to say is thank God for the digital camera because photographing all of this stuff with film would have been insanely expensive and time consuming. Florida, oh Florida. Can’t you be boring?
When you drive through Virginia, North and South Carolina and half of Florida, you stop at a lot of gas stations and truck stops. I’ll tell you this much. The further South you go, the worse it gets with the nightmarish stuff they sell at gas stations or truck stops.
Let’s start off with something that is just kind of funny:
Diet Country Breeze? Diet Country Breeze? How can a country breeze be fattening? Well, considering the size of the asses I saw in the Southern parts of the United States, them there country breezes have to be fattening.
Not scared yet? Oh, worry not. Its coming, oh yeah. Another horror? OK:
Gnomes, nest, galaxy of the ugly. Want a close up? I got that too:
Good lord. These ugly crap looks like what you see in the before pictures from some home makeover show. Now I know where all of that crap comes from. Believe me, there is A LOT more. Hold on to your ass:
Sorry for the blurriness on this one, but I had to get the tree trunk, featuring the face:
And it did not end there:
That one was shot from the hip, meaning I wasn’t exactly looking through the lens. With the EOS behemoth, the photo thing is significantly less inconspicuous, so sometimes I have to pretend I am fiddling with the camera to take a photo. More Native Americans? OK:
I know, right? The bubble wrap chaps are fierce, as my hero Jay Manual (aka Small Orange Man) would say. I did per usual, save the bestest for the lastest:
The bulldog is wearing a Confederate flag, carrying a gun and a cap from the “War of Northern Aggression” or “unpleasantness.” I think I stood there laughing for a good 10 minutes when I saw this particular tchotchke. I felt sorry for the bulldog, one of my favorite dog breeds. Make it stop, make it stop! Its all fakakta, I tell you. FAKAKTA.
Seriously Florida, seriously!?:
I get to go shopping in an orange? An orange? Unhappy? Don’t want to shop in an orange? What about this thing:
And, while you are at it, book a room at this place:
But be careful of what lurks in the parking lot:
Don’t want to buy your Florida junk in an orange or a wizard? Have you considered a space ship?:
I thought the orange looked like a spaceship, then I saw the actual spaceship. And, if you are going to be an alien, be a patriotic one:
Down the block, an alternative for the person who didn’t want to travel/shop in the vehicle from My Favorite Martian:
And, as the last image, this weird Floridian vacationer:
