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Out with the Sunday Club this week to Sully Island. Spent quite some time with this wreck but wasn't happy with result. This is the best I could manage.
It would appear no one is certain what the wreck is the remains of, some think it's a wooden ship the 'Friendship" others a Pilot Cutter. Load of old wood and seaweed to me.
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Now with some color! I wanted to decorate the whole cover but it's not fair hidding the author!
"Have a nice day and please, close cover before striking, friends! Breep drit, aw rootie! So say the Junkions! Happy motoring. Cock-a-doodle-doo! You check in. But you don't check out. Yes friends, act now, destroy Unicron! Kill the Grand Poobah! Eliminate even the toughest stains!"
This is a rusty wrecked car for Thunder Brick Road, my LEGO version of the Thunder Road board game. Built by Sam
Tried a new beer over the weekend- Train Wreck by Mountain Town Brewing.
It's an amber ale with maple syrup & honey...so it says. I thought it was just a decent ale & I didn't really taste any maple or honey flavour.
Missy, Dave, Fred, and Terry. Picture was taken by Martin on a Sony (w/ housing). The dive featured a school bus at 40 feet. We were expected to survey, enter, lay the reel line, and not touch the bus floor. Terry (DM), Martin (AI) and Dave (dmc) supervised the dive criteria.
WRECK IT REV
Photo By: Jessica Clayton
Its amazing what we can deny. She is floating here prox 30 minutes after refloating, and I'm thinking, "Just hose her off- she should be okay." Photo courtesy of Jonathan Klopman
Installation at Tulane's Carroll Gallery, January 13 - February 11, 2011. From the exhibition statement :
"I am a recent transplant to New Orleans, and my introduction to the city was a wreck outside the windows of my soon to be home on Saint Claude Ave as I was first touring the live/work space. The sound of screeching tires and a loud crash drew me out the doors to the nearby Family Dollar only to find an unharmed obviously intoxicated man investigating his totaled truck and the light pole he wrapped it around. After signing a lease in August and settling down from a life on the road with traveling artist collective Transit Antenna, the wreck soon became a metaphor for the move, with my family’s crash into the Bywater driven only by our intoxicating love for the city. With the imprecision of a memory as the only reference, this installation attempts to cut, fold, and glue the scene with refuse from local dollar stores and cardboard packing materials from our move."