The town is chockablock (there's that word again!) with antiques and faux-historical bric-a-brac. If you were to go looking for that rock you were hurling around so cavalierly back in the first paragraph and then huck it again, you couldn't avoid hitting lots (and lots and lots) of 18th-century (or 18th-century-esque) scientific illustrations of plants and flowers and birds and butterflies. Pretty pictures, yes, but not the kind of stuff you want to hang on your own walls.
On the other hand, if those shops had stocked prints like THIS, I would have put them directly in touch with my decorator:
Look at that mug. Don't let those six-inch talons fool you. All this little buddy wants from you is a great big HUG.
There are many more of these kinds of engravings to be seen over at BibliOdyssey (including a mole-like creature who charms me more than a little), along with a more informed write-up than I can provide, including this little tidbit:
The absurd rendering of many of the animals comes about because the engravers/artists working on the project did not actually see the animals. They had to rely on descriptions and their imagination and, as was the fashion of the time, the animals were placed in contrived settings and often given human facial qualities, which only serves to heighten the sense of bizarre. And thankful we are too.Thankful, indeed. Check it out.
I'm not sure which I prefer more, the raggedy maned seal or the rat with some weird spikes/teats coming out of a tear in its hide.
But what I love most in the picture you posted is how there's a GIANT version of the claw laying in the bushes in the foreground.
It's not a monkey--it's a sloth. But still creepy-looking.
Joshua, that half-lion-half-seal critter is one of my favourites, too!
anonymous, I wondered if it were a sloth, too, but I was deceived by that little simian face. It could explain why I like him so much., though. Sloths are my all-time favourite mammal. You've got to love an animal who moves at a glacial speed and prefers just to hang out in a single tree for its entire lifetime, and whose sole defence against its primary predator (the harpy eagle, I believe) is its ability to hold on to its tree real tight and hope that its baggy skin and thick fur keep the bird from getting a good enough grip to pull it off. They're tenacious little buggers, sloths are, which I respect.
Er, perhaps I just talked about sloths too much. As you were.
Got any pictures of some wax fuit?
Make that waxed fruit.
It kind of looks like a monkey version of Jesus.
absurd creature images are close to my heart, as i know images of books and libraries are close to yours....
Could be a bonobo
A bonobo who has lost his nail-clipper.
It is in fact, as the picture itself states, the Bradypus tridactylus, or 3-toed sloth
Niagara-on-the-Lake, one December evening in the year '01, after a snow storm, streets deserted, decorated for Christmas, gave me the feeling that somehow I had been dropped into a Dickens Snow Village display. Disconcerting, but enchanting. Add Keith's IPA in a little pub below street level, that's a good memory for sure.
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