A couple weekends ago I took these photographs of an absurd, and possibly vaguely unsettling, sculpture installation I found down on the corner.
Barbaric trophy? Conceptual art? Social commentary on the plastic quality of conventional beauty? The Queen is dead, long live the Queen? Or just a way to annoy your sister by sticking her hairstyling doll head toy on top of the fire hydrant’s snow pole, down on the corner?
Write your own story, I guess.
(Note: For those unfamiliar with the concept, red and white striped snow poles are attached to fire hydrants so fire fighters can find them in the winter when they (the hydrants) are buried in snow drifts and snow piles. This particular hydrant was buried in snow and ice almost to the top of its pole less than three months ago.)