I must have passed this guy a dozen times or more while traveling through Wears Valley on the way to Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I still don’t know the reason for his existence. He’s not connected to any of the nearby businesses on U.S. Highway 321. He just stands all alone by the side of the road.
When I’m out photographing, a scene will usually elicit an internal response in me, and I will try to capture that feeling in the photograph I am making. It’s hard to explain, but I think you can see the results in the photos throughout this blog. I then try to interpret those feelings in the posts which accompany the photos. I’m still trying to figure out the meaning in this photo. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave a comment.
So I don’t know who this guy is, how he got here, or what his purpose for existence is. On a Monday morning, I can identify with that.
Click on photo to enlarge. © 2005, James Jordan
1 comment:
I used to live in Minnesota and I saw statues exactly like this all over the place of Paul Bunyan, that's what immediately came to mind. Paul Bunyan had a cousin, Tony Beaver, who was a woodsman in West Viginia and became the folk hero of the Southern lumber camps. I'm guessing he's Tony Beaver.
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