You never know what you're going to stumble across on your way to the local taqueria. These scenes grace the window of what I believe is a loan office on our busiest commercial corridor -- a strip designed more for cars than pedestrians. Then again, if not for taking bustling streets on foot now and then, you'd never come across the lost art of storefront taxidermy, which apparently entices some to take out a loan.Because I appreciate the handiwork, I'm going to put my fingers in my ears and assume no creatures were harmed in "Raccoon Digs For Toy Surprise," "Squirrel Calls it Maize," or "Lounging Otter with . . . Test Tubes?"
Regardless, I have no room to judge when I'm on my way to a lunch of tacos al pastor.
4 comments:
oh. my.
Is the Crackerjack box actually part of the, uh, "sculpture" itself, or is that an add-on? I'm hoping that someone in that loan office is displaying these "ironically," but somehow I doubt it. Still, you'd *never* see a display like this in any corporate bank window--you have to love it for that alone.
Random sun-bleached storefront displays are one of the things I miss most about the city. This is one of the best!
Rosemary, the Crackerjack box was definitely intended. It makes our sweet raccoon seem downright jaunty, doesn't it? :-)
Leslie, next time you visit we'll take a storefront tour.
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