Sometimes the people in Pittsburgh can be a little bit ridiculous. Or course, you could always see times where things are teetering between brilliant and ludicrous. When I saw this lawn jockey in the South Side, I wasn't sure which one it was. Just to be safe, I ventured into the wreck of a yard and got a close up photo.
I am not sure if this is ridiculous because the lawn jockey is holding a beer can, or if it is brilliant because they turned a half-wrecked lawn jockey into a piece of art.
I guess art is in the eye of the beholder, and it will be up to you to decide. Today, I am leaning more toward art!
A PhotoDocumentary Experiment of the places I go with a bit of about my New Year Resolution to listen to complete Albums - #AlbumListenParty
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Waffle House Condiments

I have nothing bad to say about the Waffle House because breakfast there with your honey is nothing but yummy goodness, and should always be followed up with a nap.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Owl Bet You Love It!

Owls . . who who will be spotted next?
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Getting Into Art at The Mattress Factory
I went to an art opening at the Mattress Factory over the weekend. It featured works from many different artist. This artist didn't put anything into the room, but took things away, such as pieces of ceiling and walls. In this picture, he cut out part of the plaster board (most likely installed for the event). People were really getting "into" it - both literally and figuratively.
It was interesting to watch a succession of people react to someone going in there, and deciding to try it out for themselves.
It was interesting to watch a succession of people react to someone going in there, and deciding to try it out for themselves.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Balloons on the Wire

When we first arrived at the opening, a large group of people was doing a release of red balloons. I am assuming it was related to the piece that allowed patrons to write their wishes on balloons. As we made our way upstairs, I looked out of the window and realized some of the balloons had been tangled on the wire. Stranded dreams, I suppose.
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