The wind - I stopped at the first rest stop in Texas and was literally blown onto my knees. It wasn't evil or mean it was just there with a force I hadn't experienced before.
The legs (see below) apparently are warred over - socks on socks off - I was there when the huge legs were clothed. The rancher responsible for the land (who shook my hand and asked very seriously if I had come all the way from Massachusetts to see the legs) disclaimed any knowledge to when the legs had shown up and who was responsible for the socks/not socks. He did agree with me that the historical marker near the legs which had a poem by Mary Shelley had nothing to do with the sock.
The caddilacs (see below) were the only place I found other people photographing. The caddys are world famous and right on the side of the highway - hard to miss.
The combines on the other hand are off a couple different side roads and took me an hour of driving in circles to find.
One is left to wonder what Texan farmers will plant next.
1 comment:
...Cadillac, Cadillac
long and dark,
shiny and black
Open up your engines let 'em roar,
tearing up the highway like a big
ol' dinosaur...
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