My Semi True Story: Jen and Joanie's Photo Excursion #1 (subtitle) Artsy Fartsy Part Trois

Now that my home Internet connection has been restored I can fill you in on the weekend my Aunt Joanie and I went on a photo excursion. We got our artsy fartsy on all over the county. And it was awesome.

There's something to be said for sharing your fartsy with someone.

*warning: this is a pictorial. If you don't enjoy my pictures in which I think I'm all that, feel free to skip reading this post. I'll never know.

First stop: downtown.

We hit a former hardware now antiques store with some merchandise sitting outside.

I don't know what it is about this peeling paint stuff that amuses me. Maybe it's the knowledge that I don't have to scrape off the old paint to put on a fresh coat.

I like getting out of paint scraping duty. Or any duty for that matter.

See this?

It's a gargoyle. He sits on top of an old building downtown. I like him. My aunt admitted to me that he always freaked her out as a kid. He doesn't really get to me though. He's not making a scary face or wielding his chain in a menacing matter. To me, he looks bummed that something fell off his chain.

Nope. I don't get the scariness of the gargoyle. It's not like he's a tree standing by itself or something.

Shudder.

Moving on.

The metal pieces in this picture are part of a large sundial.

I have no idea how to tell time on a sundial. I really don't think that anyone can do it. I think most people study the sundial, discreetly look at their cell phone for the correct time, look back at the sundial and nod their heads in agreement. I know that's what I did.

Next stop: bridge

I like bridges. This one looks like it spans a river, but it really spans a set of train tracks. What you can't gather from this picture is the fact that a train blew it's whistle about three seconds after I snapped this photo. Scared the bejeezus out of me.

Not one of my finer moments.

Next stop: old cemetery.

My aunt got some pretty nifty photos of old headstones from the 1850s. I did not. I got distracted by this lovely rusty old thing.

It probably is what's left of an old metal planter, but for a few minutes (alright, several minutes) I thought it was a big rusty trophy. I have no idea why someone would put a trophy in a cemetery. Unless that was God's way of welcoming you into Heaven back in the day. How cool would that be?

It probably was a planter. But I like the trophy idea.

Last stop: sunset

Oh come on. You knew it was going to happen. You knew I would post a picture of the sunset. You know I love 'em.