I’m thinking so. Or is it just me?
Okay, let me back up a second.
The home is gorgeous; the garden, colorful and tidy; and the intent to memorialize a giant, old, cherished live oak tree, lost to the winds and waters of Hurricane Ike, by carving its remains into a lasting work of artistic expression, more than commendable.
I am empathetic to the nth degree.
But the sculpture springing forth from this hulk of a dead tree trunk? Uh, seriously odd.
First, let’s cut right to the chase. Take a gander at this gal’s face—is this really a woman? And would you let your teenage son date her, even without the fin? Gosh, I’m thinking not.
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