When I look at this shot for a long time, I feel like one of those people who keep insisting they see bunnies in clouds.
The other day, I was riding along a country road near my home when I noticed that this house I had been watching them build is finally finished. It's an interesting house-well, at least interesting to me. It kind of looks like an adobe style house, very Santa Fe-ish, which is unusual for these parts. Our houses don't really look like that. Anyway, it's some kind of a custom (think "high end" here too) house that took them months to build. I watched them do it too, slowly, little by little. First it was clearing the land, then framing the place, then they seemed to take ages to finish it out, to put all of the little details on it. I can tell by looking at it the family who owns it are car buffs, as the home also has a large garage attached to the back of it-probably room for about six (or more!) cars here. It's kind of a "spread" more than a house, actually, but I watched them build it, step by step, painstakingly by painstakingly placed brick-by-brick, up it went. Now it's done. Complete for all the world to see, come take a look at, and admire.
The other day, I was driving past it, I noticed they had placed a small sign in front of it, out near the curb. Oh, this was going to be exciting. Was it to be some kind of silly, "yard of the month!" in some unimportant home owner's association? Perhaps it has won some kind of architectural award, I mean, after all, I love the house, I'm sure somebody else does too, right? It's sure to win some kind of award, looking the way it does. Not many Santa Fe-ish style houses in these parts and all, right? Must be award-winning custom house Santa Fe-ish style spread straight out of "Home and Garden" magazine, right? Right? Can you already smell the architectural equivalent of a golden globe award sitting, just sitting, on that mantel piece? Oh, this is going to be good. I slowed down so that I could read the sign, so that I could take it all in, full blast.
The sign said, "Not a Gas Station."
Ok, so today we have established that I (sometimes) have questionable taste (perhaps, both in homes and icebergs.) Yeah, yeah, so pick on me already, I can't help it. As Lady Gaga would say, "Baby, I was born this way!" (And what, pray tell, have you done with your life, seeing as you have such great taste and all? Go ahead, I'm waiting. Yeah, I thought you couldn't come up with anything either.) Ppppft. Not a gas station....go figure. (And, yes, I really do see Daffy Duck in this Daffy Duck-berg.)
That's all folks! (Oh come on, you knew I was going to say it, didn't you?)
Until next time...