In general it is highly inadvisable to roll up on the private property in West Virginia without prior approval (obtained usually by phone), especially for a place as nestled deeply in the Appalachian Mountains as George and Pam Farnham’s farmhouse, affectionately named the Farnham Colossi.
But the Farnhams disconnected their phone and no longer answer the door when strangers call, maybe tired from the endless requests to wander the grounds, all in order to admire their collection of gigantic fiberglass figures, and other strange bits of commercial flotsam. You can see some of the objects from the road but they call you take a deeper look, and not just for the ‘Gram, but because you know there’s other, even more unsettling, curios from a long vanished America lurking in the weeds. So perhaps leave a small tribute and hope for the best?
More folk art: Bird Farm, Route 43, Alabama.