This Whispering Giant: Sequoyah sculpture calls Cherokee, North Carolina home.
Back in 2015, I participated in the Whispering Giants Grand Tour. It proved to be an excellent inspiration to get out for a ride. Each excursion was exciting. Seeing these fantastic carved Giants and how each one has so much character was a great experience.
Though the grand tour has long since passed, I still stop to see the giants when one is close by.
This statue honoring Sequoyah, the Cherokee genius who invented the Cherokee alphabet, was sculpted from a single giant California Sequoia (Redwood) log which was donated and shipped by Georgia-Pacific.
This is sculptor Peter Wolf Toth’s 63rd statue across the United States and Canada commemorating the contributions of Native Americans. Toth was invited o sculpt the Sequoyah statue by Chief Robert S. Youngdeer and museum director Ken Blankenship.
Dedicated 30 September 1989.”
Visit Whispering Giant: Sequoyah
Sequoyah stands outside of the Museum of the Cherokee Indian.
As I turned the corner the park came into view. It was a riotous explosion of color and motion set against the backdrop of old buildings and a gorgeous blue sky. I kid you not, I said “oh my god,” out loud as everything came in to view. It was like being a kid and catching a glimpse of a carnival that came to town.
I must preface these photos by saying that they in no way deliver anything close to the experience of seeing these whirligigs in person. Really, I found them hard to photograph at all. There was too much going on that I had no idea how to do them justice.
Being there was a full sensory experience of sight, sound, and motion. The scale of these works creates a presence that is captivating. As you move around them your eyes pass over each piece picking out the details of castaway items turned in to something greater than themselves. All the while your ears pick up a symphony of whirring, clangs, clicks, and squeaks.
If you are anywhere near Wilson, North Carolina, do yourself a favor and visit. You’ll be glad you did.
Vollis Simpson Whirligig Park 301 Goldsboro St S, Wilson, NC 27893 GMaps
Much like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects a religious experience. It’s just one of those things that sneak up you when you aren’t lookin’. If not the sight of Saint Pete at the gates or Archangel Michael eating tacos, what could you attribute the expression on this guy’s face to?
Point of note: One of Saint Peter’s patronages is Horology. Horology and Whoreology? These homonyms are two entirely different things and will guide you down two very different internet rabbit holes.
Maybe this muff looks so in awe to me because I keep thinking that his lips are an open mouth – My God, It’s full of stars.
But upon closer inspection, he does seems to have bags under his eyes. Perhaps his look is less rapture, more why did I wake up behind a dumpster in a winter coat, with no pants and one shoe on. I mean, who doesn’t know THAT feeling?
Wait, what? No… one… else..?
Well, would you look at the time. Lunch hour is over, best be running along.
While riding in North Carolina and Tennessee last fall, I saw three See Rock City barns – one of which was entirely serendipitous.
Isn’t it funny how that happens? Something becomes of interest to you and it begins to show itself in unexpected places – sometimes on a path which you’ve already trod. Maybe my dad was right, water rises to its own level. Do we become magnets for things? Do we disperse our energy into the world and watch it fall like glitter on the air, dusting those things that are supposed to sparkle for our attention?
This Rock City barn in Grainger County, Tennessee was gorgeous. I was graced with a big blue sky, vibrant red barn, and green grass just waving in the wind. Seeing this baby was like being inside of a postcard.
On my way north along Calderwood Highway heading to Marysville, Tennessee, I passed this Rock City Barn. I’d had a vague recollection of seeing it several years before on a trip with friends to the Dragon.
This super-fade was a stone throw from where I saw one of those menacing Giant Chicken Army soldiers in Robbinsville, North Carolina. One minute you’re contemplating your next move in a global war game against fowl beasts and the next thing you know, BAM! Rock City Barn. Life is nothing if not mysteriuos.
Interested in seeing some barns yourself? Well, you’re in luck. The Rock City website happens to have a location map for ya.
Giant Chicken Army: North Carolina’s Master of Disguise
Don’t sleep on the Giant Chicken Army. I’ve warned you all before but it’s the same old story. No one does anything until it’s too late.
While heading towards the Dragon in October, I encountered another mobilized soldier, but this time the scaly legged critter was in uniform. Or… disguise.
Perhaps, as previously postulated, it is the same chicken following me but the long way ’round and he’s wearing a new t-shirt to try to blend in. This theory is terrifying on several levels. The most troubling being that this chicken has ESP to know where I’m going before I do. I mean we’re talking about Men Who Stare at Goats-level PsyOps.
I’m telling you, people. They/He is everywhere. Next time you see a pair of beady eyes staring in your window one night, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.