I left Minneapolis for a week of vacation down in Tennessee, out of the frying pan of GA into the fire of July in the hazy, hot and humid southeast. It was all good, and the best (or, something) had to be this church sign of Jesus that brought the car to a screeching halt for a photo op. There's just not much better than roadside religious Americana. The kids call this one "camel Jesus" for some reason. Judge for yourselves.
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Whoa! Where did you see THAT? Too bad you couldn't get a pic with the Hand of God in the foreground. They kind of go together, you know? The H of G is offering its benediction to all and sundry from the bay window (while awaiting annointment by cupcakes. . .) xxx yo sistah
It was on the road between Harrison and Cleveland about 15 minutes away from the house. It made us wish we could have taken that road all the way to Arlington! It is rather amazing. The best road-side Jesus I've seen in a long time.
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