I wandered into a garage sale last week. As I walked back to my car I was startled to look up and see this fierce looking Viking across the street. I didn’t take his measure but guess he must have been at least eight feet tall.
It was a fairly detailed carving. I will reserve comments on the fallacy of Vikings wearing horned helmets beyond this: they didn’t.
A faithful guardian!
Omigod! I knew some of my mother’s relatives had gone to Oregon and Washington but who’d think my great granduncle Gustaf would be so memorialized? He was, from what I’ve heard, a horny old Viking! Thus, the horns! đŸ™‚
This sculpture would fit in beautifully in my area!!
Now that’s the sort of thing I’d want in my yard!
That’s incredible and definitely a conversation starter.