You just thought I was teasing you with a subject line such as "eggbeater Jesus." Trust me. I'm not.
You know how every town has its share of odd and bizarre landmarks? We've got our share. If you ask most residents about the most memorable landmark in Huntsville, anyone who has been here for five minutes will tell you that the full-sized rockets standing upright by the Space & Rocket Center are the most memorable sights in Huntsville.
*Anyone who has been here for five years will laugh at the idea of Sprocket being the most memorable landmark in town. Any old town, they'll tell you, can put up a fake rocket (see also, that little visitor's center on I-65 at the Alabama/Tennessee border just north of here). They'll drive you down I-565, turn south on Memorial Parkway, take the Governors Drive exit, and tell you to keep looking to your left.
It takes a truly special town to have an Eggbeater Jesus.
It's ok. We don't understand it either, though I must admit that ever since I saw it for the first time in 1998, I wanted to find someone in charge at First Baptist Church and ask them the only question that can possibly be asked:
"What were you guys smoking when you commissioned this?"
Most locals, when presented with landmarks, marvel once from a distance and then immediately become so blasé about them that they never stop to look. I was the same way; for years, I took every out-of-town friend on The Journey, 565 to Memorial to Governors...and not once did we ever get out of the car.
When Andrew and Stephen's parents visited recently, we needed to make a quick run down to the south end of Memorial Parkway. On the way back, I made a quick side trip down Governors so that they could see the church. This time, though, I got out of the car.
I had my camera with me, and decided to get some photos.
You can imagine my surprise when I got up close to the church, looked up, and realized that the good ol' Eggbeater Jesus was not, as I had assumed for years, a painting.
In fact, it was a mosaic.
I still don't know anything about the artwork, but I certainly don't laugh quite as much as I did before. True, it's cheese, and probably historical cheese, but at the same time, mosaics of that size and complexity just aren't seen in the American South.
There are no answers to be had here, no funny point or [anti-]moral. Just photos.
Every now and then this town catches me by surprise.
* The young and more irreverent visitors will tell you that the best way to refer to the center is by calling it "Sprocket." The really, really irreverent ones will point out Sprocket from a mile away by pointing at the largest rocket and yelling "Look! It's the Great White Penis!" Trust me. Avoid riding with the locals. They're kinda scary. Too much rocket fuel.