The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Red Rebel Rooster
I’ve been eyeing this curious piece of folk art for several days and finally took the time to drive down to the farm produce store a mile south of our house this morning to photograph it properly.
The place wasn’t open for business, so I wasn’t able to find out how much they’re asking for it and I had to photograph it from the berm of U.S. 49.
It stands about 4 feet high.
It’s one of those odd things I think is really cool, but have no idea what I’d do with it if I owned it.
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