Scarecrow in Taipei, Taiwan

Something creepy about this guy. Like, if you walked up and swiped his hat, there would be a three-second Samurai Jack blur, then you’d be on the ground looking up at the headless remains of your body for about another second before it collapsed into the grass.

I love the undefined suggestion of a face. Blind, but all-seeing. Silent. Implacable. The Grumble would love him.


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