On a lonely highway in eastern Montana on a day in June with unsettled weather. Objects on the horizon...what could they be? They are strange creatures, but they do not seem to be moving. Yet.
My stars, there are a lot of these strange things and they've occupied the high ground. I hope they do not attack our car as it rolls along the highway.
Starting to feel a little FREAKED OUT....
I wish that tall one would stop staring.
This one must have very strong neck muscles.
"Yay! Here comes another container of crunchy and delicious humans!"
This one is sad because he's not sure if he's a dinosaur or a lion. A lionosaur, perhaps?
It's so hard to run with bird poop in your eye.
OK. Now I'm finally calming down. They're just sculptures. Man, they were so lifelike, I was losing my grip on reality. I expected an attack from the Sleestaks at any moment.Buck Samuelson's work is cataloged by The Smithsonian Institution.
I am proud to be an American. Cue the red-tailed hawk scream!
