Normally, when Truett and I drive to Lake City, we take Hwy. 47. Yesterday, I told Truett I wanted to go on Hwy. 41 because I wanted to photograph a junkyard that has always intrigued me.
I don't know who owns this place; but everytime I drove past this junkyard, Truett had to remind me to keep my eyes on the road. All along my curiosity had gotten the best of me, so yesterday, I pulled off the road to wander among the hodgepodge of items.
These items are not safely locked behind a fence.
They are placed right along the right-of-way.
Everything from a wooden horse to . . .
a purple and gold cow.
A sailor. . .
and a blue gorilla.
Behind the fence, with the rifle on it, I saw more items as far as the eye could see.
I saw no price tags and I saw no people willing to emerge to ask if I wanted to purchase anything . . . or to yell, "Get off of my property!"
I may be assuming this is a junkyard.
It may be a valid business; and if so, where are the price tags?
There is one thing I do know: A rabbit said I was welcome to browse at the junkyard.
Chillingly strange but interesting!
Posted by: Nancy | February 19, 2012 at 07:48 AM
You made it look far more interesting and beautiful than I have ever considered it. Thanks, Merry.
Posted by: Mary Anne Gilmer | February 19, 2012 at 01:12 PM