During the two months that the CDC suggested we vaccinated could go maskless, I took a trip with Bryon and our friends Dani and Lisa to see the fabled House on the Rock. I am parking those pictures right here.
How was it? Strangely cool and a cautionary tale at the same time. The tour started as a legitimate biography of the builder and his life, moved into the house he built on the rock, almost by himself, a writer’s retreat, and then…well, things got weird.
We moved into a warehouse of yesteryear, a place for our collector to store hats, phones, and fake Russian eggs. And then we moved into a progression of stranger and stranger edifices. A room of a raging sea battle between a giant squid and a whale with teeth, sculpted out of plaster, maybe. A room of balloons and Rube Goldberg machines, with tiled cars and a place to break for ice cream. A giant five layer carousel that amazed because of lights and animals, none of them horses, the horses on the walls around the carousel, and store mannequins clothed and winged as angels.
Through the throat of a demonic monster into a room of madness containing a chandelier of chandeliers, an impossible organ, and a clock works. A room of armor, including elephants. Circus models. Asian art collections. Animated jewelry store displays. A mini-carousel full of dolls. Acres and acres and acres of interest falling into overload, into exhaustion, and out into the world, forever changed.
Here are the pictures. I hope you enjoy them.