Sorry, this is creepy, but I couldn’t resist.
I happened upon this car in Baltimore, but it was no ordinary car. Actually, I think it was an old Chevy Suburban.
It was covered — and I mean every inch, including wheels, tires, with just enough of the windshield clear to see out — with trinkets and do-dads.
This is a tiny section of the hood, I believe, where the owner glued a few dozen small dolls. They each must be only a couple inches big.
I like the one with both hands up: “Oh noes!”