Minnesota State Fair 2011
August 28, 2011 at 10:08 am 4 comments
It’s time for the Great Get Together! I got together with Juli and hit the pavement opening day. We had a relaxing day, visiting our favorite spots and a few new ones – Wild West Chihuahua Dog Show: Awesome.
The detailing is beautiful on this amazing Scarecrow.
I love me some political crop art.
Bachmann is saying: “My Inclusive America. Welcome Athiests, Vegans, Pro-Choice, GLBT, Tree-Huggers IN HELL.”
Ummm… What?
Pepper with Buff Arms
State Fair Mystery: The appeal of small animals made from other small dead animals.
A few more pics here on Flickr.
Entry filed under: Heads & Hands, Uncategorized. Tags: beautiful scarecrow, crop art, Minnesota State Fair 2011, pepper with buff arms, taxidermy.
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Sara Today 
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DSL. | September 4, 2011 at 5:04 pm
This is all perfectly lovely – but we want to see the chicken ladies again!
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DSL. | September 4, 2011 at 5:30 pm
On second thought, having eaten about ten pounds of the stuff last week – enough chcken to sicken – I can wait until you and your hat-clad buds this time swish as fish, are photo-dropped by the stork as pork, and then skedaddle as cattle.
A fun slideshow after the clickFlick: I liked the Tinkertoy Ferrisway, the crop-art of the Norse explorer that captured the great Ericson to the Leif, and the incredible spreadable edible sculptures you saved for the end – butter late than never – not least the one from the well-named Carver County.
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saratoday | September 7, 2011 at 12:02 pm
It’s the first time the Butterheads have looked distinctive to me. In years past they all looked like the same buttery girl.
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DSL. | September 4, 2011 at 5:38 pm
Right after I posted the last comments, I caught Archie Bunker saying on TVLand, “Look at the meat-head – he’s turning into a chicken-head!”. And as relative penchants for kissing were being assayed, Edith said to Gloria, to the smirking howls of the audience, “You’re father was never much of a slobberer – he’s more of a pecker.”