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Sunday, June 12, 2016
Textures
I have to admit that, in general, I loathe “Western.” Cowhide rugs, knotty pine walls, antlers used for anything other than stabbing an opponent while firmly attached to the head of the original owner, all make me cringe.
In Jackson they clearly have a steady supply of antlers, and they stack them up and shape them into ornamental archways at the downtown park, at restaurants, and at hotels. It's definitely better than turning them into chandeliers or centerpieces. I can't say I liked the look, but viewed close up, I did love the shapes and textures of them.
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