Rusty Nails and Severed Limbs

Just driving around Old Saybrook, minding my own business, and BOOM!  What vortex have I just travelled through?  I could only think, “I don’t think I’m in Connecticut anymore.”  With a simple sign above a warehouse door that read, “Wrought Iron,” as well as semi-abandoned and fully complete works of fabulously morbid/whimsical/grotesque art, I was instantly smitten in the grittiest kind of way.  I will adventure further into this wrought iron vortex and report back what I find!  Until then, CHECK THIS OUT!

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