Where I grew up in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin, lawn ornaments were common, from gnomes deer, both grazing and attentive, flamingos, the back sides of women in polka-dot dresses apparently working in a garden, to the random, rascist lawn jockey. Most were funny, kitsch, and seldom ironic, yet with the exception of the lawn jockey, somehow fit into the land or lawn scape.
Here in Cappadocia, however, lawn ornaments are just wrong. A few examples suffice as evidence.
Milk maids over Pigeon Valley
Perhaps she should get a bit closer to the animal.
3 comments:
I think they are just talkimg to the cow! lol! .... and where are you? I hope you are alright
talking and perhaps retelling a time when the seated one caught a very small fish?
Love it. Did you know the lawn jockeys were really a sign to escapees on the underground railroad that it was a safe haven? I'm pretty sure it's true.
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