A Trip To Summerville (in the summer)

September 8, 2014

Yesterday we drove up to Summerville, Georgia to look at the crazily obsessive art in a yard of a man named Finster. I had never been to Paradise Gardens. It reminded me a lot of my grandpa. The little notes here and there—the look of things. Finster was an artist and my grandpa was not but there were some interesting strings connecting them.

Peter and Alicia told me I should visit. I am glad they spurred us to get on up the road and take it all in. It was a nice drive. I saw many spots along the country highway I would like to live and set up shop. I see myself working in a little cinder block building by the road. I saw barns to paint and signs to repair. I didn’t bring any paint and I regretted it. I saw a perfect spot. We also saw a lot of towering and impressive clouds. We ate some snacks. It was a good afternoon.

Along the way I left some bears—here and theres.

– kyle