Together with the Gigantic Kiwi Slice Platform Thingy perhaps New Zealand’s number 1 silly iconic tourist landmark. I just can’t get enough of it… – especially if I happen to stumble over fantastic photos like these.
“A large faultline ruptured only metres from this creation and failed to move this monster! Perhaps it even caused it?”
Photo © 2011 Anonymous
After the tragic death of the Phar Lap, his fans and the racing fraternity ennobled the memory of the champion gelding by sending his arse back to Australia, keeping his bones in New Zealand, and exporting his shoes to the Philippines. A thoroughbred, a complete horsey, bossing the track and strutting proud and free in his domain: this image could not be complete without a statue of a frozen horse riding a goods lift up towards heaven. Travel well, wonder horse.
seem to like are seemingly able to endure a lot when it comes to monuments. Every 50 metre there is some preposterious pile of rubble or twisted DIY-artwork with clumsily attached plaques well-meaning monument, reminding passer-bys of this or that. Those lost to the sea in this case, undeniably a serious and worthwile cause.
I still wonder if, given the number of ships that sank after contact with cliffs and the amount of witnesses permanently disposed with the help of rocks, a huge piece of stone is really the most sensitive way to convey this message? Perhaps the objective wasn’t tippy-toeing…
Nom-nom! A tremendously complex shot by the mysterious RK. Note how RK chose a perspective avoiding face-to-face confrontrations with the little critters, thus preserving the full creature privacy. Also note the screws mounting the statuette on the wodden pedestal. Ingenious!
You know, mocking Dunedin is nearly a bit too easy. As if the brave inhabitants of this small- to medium-size University town wouldn’t struggle enough already with their image as the last bathroom before the Antarctica (shush, Invercargill!), their silly dialect, and – since the demise of K.C.’s –, the lack of any classy night life joint.
Don’t get me started on the other past Dunedin oddities.
Then again, some entity must have signed the permission for the erection of these stone “molars” in Dunedin’s harbour. Somebody… – or should I say -thing? – thought that 6 roughly sculptured stone… thingies next to a quite magnificient harbour basin would enrich this place. And let me guess: thy name was city council, wasn’t it!
Well, poor senseless council thing: you erred. A little rule of thumb for the next times: tartar-shaped ropes are fairly reliable indicators for poorly developed artistic visions.
Google Maps Location (so far, without molars)
Photo © 2011 a divine anonymous creature. Thanks, divine anonymous creature!