Tony Stark is apparently in Louisville, Kentucky. The apostrophe is missing. Sad.
Louisville is a seaport, of sorts. The Louisville, Kentucky, “seacoast” is the waterfront along the Ohio River, with that other coastal state, Indiana, just across the water. Barge traffic has moved up and down the river for a couple of centuries, winding its watery way to the Gulf of Mexico.
Most of the waterfront is industrial, or devoted to roads. There are a couple of parks. And a boat ramp, where this sign was found:
Less whimsical is this concrete obelisk, marked off in feet, showing the height of the river above “normal” elevation. At 26.5 feet is a note that this was the height of the 1997 flood. A mark at 29.2 feet shows the 1964 flood level. A mark at 30.1 feet shows the 1945 flood level. And the red arrow at the top points to the air above the 32 foot mark, noting the 1937 flood level, at 40 feet, would be somewhere up there.
One thing that separates the United States from England is the humble biscuit. We simply cannot agree on what a “biscuit” is, and this disagreement was one of the flash points of the American Revolution. (Possibly baking points rather than flash points?)
But apparently not all traces of British occupation were removed by the Revolution, as this bulwark of Britannia can be found in West Virginia. The Tudor dynastic linkage suggests that the establishment even predates the Revolution.
Any curiosity about the biscuits were squelched by this sign:
Kentucky is not exactly noted for a close association with science. The Creation Museum, in Petersburg, Kentucky, not only opposes most of modern science, but most of modern religion, claiming the Earth was created in six days of 24 hours, roughly 6,000 years ago.
Yet downtown Louisville boasts a remarkable roadside sign that presents, on one side, a metaphoric clock showing the history of planet earth and, on the opposite side, twelve different views of planet Earth as tectonic plates broke apart Pangaea and created the continents we know today.
And displayed on a public road, no less.
Is that a fire lane? It can’t be; I’m a Rolls Royce. I’m sure it must be reserved parking.
No, this is not another Internet posting of a food photo. Instead, it is a posting about art and craft and workmanship.
Who cares what it is, or what it tastes like: this is a seriously impressive piece of engineering.