Forbing Park is a portion of Prescott that most local residents know nothing about, though they might buy a flat of petunias at Watters or order a filet at the Dry Gulch Steak House. Both are located on the periphery of the neighborhood. Fact of the matter is that FP is not a part of Prescott -- this very old subdivision is in the county, though surrounded by the city on all sides. It's a wonderful blend of junk, gentrification and plain living, where old-timers, artists, young families and miscellaneous others are mixed together in a melange that would cause any self-respecting, orderly city planner to pee his pants. I really, really like it.
I've been playing Scrabble with friends who live there; today, the he of the family gave me a quick tour, allowing me to collect some excellent yard art. Such as this huge propeller planted in front of a quite old mobile home.
This sculpt is a large tree cut-off, with the bark peeled, then turned upside down, balanced on three main branches. Makes a quite spectacular piece seen from the road.
And at one residence, a reminder of the old west --a horse, a burro and a pig, plus farm implements and an old wooden wagon. Close-ups follow below.
However, this is the
piece de resistance: a great arch of antlers, fronted by the dapper iron man.
Isn't he terrific? He compares quite favorably with the
iron man at the Electric Hog on Granite Street, though he is certainly more the country guy who rides horses a lot, compared to that stainless city guy. The hat is quite something special -- a real stovepipe.
I've been playing Scrabble with friends who live there; today, the he of the family gave me a quick tour, allowing me to collect some excellent yard art. Such as this huge propeller planted in front of a quite old mobile home.
This sculpt is a large tree cut-off, with the bark peeled, then turned upside down, balanced on three main branches. Makes a quite spectacular piece seen from the road.
And at one residence, a reminder of the old west --a horse, a burro and a pig, plus farm implements and an old wooden wagon. Close-ups follow below.
However, this is the piece de resistance: a great arch of antlers, fronted by the dapper iron man.
Isn't he terrific? He compares quite favorably with the iron man at the Electric Hog on Granite Street, though he is certainly more the country guy who rides horses a lot, compared to that stainless city guy. The hat is quite something special -- a real stovepipe.
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