My wife maintains one of the finest gardens in Syracuse. She does the flowers, I do the "other" decorating. Among many other things, we have a full-sized giraffe made of a gabion cage, steel stantions, and a bunch of chicken wire. We have a marble-and-concrete mini-Stonehenge. We have a 7-foot base of a dead 100-year-old maple tree turned into a "chairy-tree," with several chairs nailed to it (along with birdhouses, a bible, waypoint arrows, and more,) and we ALSO have a headless nude female torso sculpture, painted speckled-black. It is on the front lawn, and very in-your-face, but we have NEVER had a complaint about it.
Years ago, I had a mannequin on my porch which I had METICULOUSLY painted to be lifelike (lifelike hair, glint in eyes, nipples, pubic hair... EVERYTHING.) We dressed her in sheer fabric (picture a semi-see-through toga) She stood there unprotested for several years... 'til some fuckwad stole her.
(At the time she was stolen, I had removed her right arm for repair. I still have the arm, and DREAM of a day when I can find the thieves and prove my ownership. Yuh, like that'll happen.)
My wife maintains one of the finest gardens in Syracuse. She does the flowers, I do the "other" decorating. Among many other things, we have a full-sized giraffe made of a gabion cage, steel stantions, and a bunch of chicken wire. We have a marble-and-concrete mini-Stonehenge. We have a 7-foot base of a dead 100-year-old maple tree turned into a "chairy-tree," with several chairs nailed to it (along with birdhouses, a bible, waypoint arrows, and more,) and we ALSO have a headless nude female torso sculpture, painted speckled-black. It is on the front lawn, and very in-your-face, but we have NEVER had a complaint about it.
Years ago, I had a mannequin on my porch which I had METICULOUSLY painted to be lifelike (lifelike hair, glint in eyes, nipples, pubic hair... EVERYTHING.) We dressed her in sheer fabric (picture a semi-see-through toga) She stood there unprotested for several years... 'til some fuckwad stole her.
(At the time she was stolen, I had removed her right arm for repair. I still have the arm, and DREAM of a day when I can find the thieves and prove my ownership. Yuh, like that'll happen.)
I always suspected you were a Renaissance man.
Maybe they should change their nickname from "Tree City" to "Woodyville"?
By the way, in ancient Athens every household had a statue of Hermes with and enormous boner publicly displayed in their front yard.
WE GOT WOOD!!! 😂