On St. Simons there are these faces carved into the huge live oaks that are all over the island. The top one is quite old. It’s now on a large stump outside an Irish-ish bar in the village. It’s pretty/scary in an “Angels have the phonebox” sort of way.
The other two are in an abandoned development that was slated to go up before the real estate market tanked. I can only assume it was to be a LOTR-via-affluent-white-people thing. A wonder it didn’t make it.
