I confess that I like the word “plush”. In my mind it evokes a sense of luxury and well-being. I roll the word around my mouth like a fine wine and I also get overtones of comfort, safety, warmth, softness, and abundance. I feel similarly about the word “verdant”, but that’s the subject of another post. Returning to “plush”…it is also a word used to describe a variety of soft, sewn toys usually made with polyester fibers. This includes most of the teddy bears and stuffed animals that one is likely to come across today. In my own family, plush toys are and were among our most beloved and trusted playthings and misplacing or losing one was like losing a member of the family itself. Which brings me to this portfolio of images taken with found plush toys in situ that I stumbled upon at the Falls of the Ohio State Park. Each toy was probably loved by some child and if these images hold any power it probably derives from feelings of separation and loss. I’m also interested in them as aspects of our material culture that manifest themselves as more junk for the environment to try to absorb. All these plush toys were deposited by the Ohio River and it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that some of these objects probably floated hundreds of miles to reach my camera’s lens. Here are some of my “favorite” images in this “genre” and I’ll start with the object I’m holding in the first picture.
Once upon a time this was an impressive toy. I think this is “Pink” from the famous Pink Panther cartoon series. Lifting it from the mud took some effort because its stuffing has been replaced with impacted mud. This toy had effectively merged with its muddy matrix.
I also found this cute plush dinosaur embedded in the mud. Later I set him up on a log and took his portrait in the context of where he was found. He’s a friendly tyrannosaur photographed against a fossil landscape that predates the real dinosaurs by millions of years.
I came across this unfortunate bear in the sand. Somehow he lost all his stuffing and was essentially just a hollow skin which I salvaged and used as a costume for one of my Styrofoam figures I later entitled “Cubby”.
This bear was still in the process of arriving by water when I came across him. The black background is coal gravel and dust while the white dots are the remains of broken clam shells. I’m sure you will recognize my next find.
My eldest son has the exact sized Pooh bear that he has treasured all his life. Even though he’s now a teenager, I noticed that Pooh still occupies a prominent place in his room. Here’s one last bear and its a little different and may not “technically” qualify as a plush toy. Nevertheless, I found it appealing and I include it with the others.
Over the years I have found many surprises buried in the sand. When I spotted the above object…I had no idea what it was until I lifted it up. This is what I found. I remember staring at the blue eye!
To my surprise emerged the form of this friendly and shaggy green parrot. I placed him upon a branch for others to find and moved on. We are getting close to being done! Here are a few more found figures.
A sharp-eyed observer identified this as the Magician character from the Frosty the Snowman cartoon. Makes sense to me because I found him right after Christmas of that year. Could have been some child’s gift that wasn’t properly appreciated and in to the river you go?
I don’t know why I remember this now, but I believe this figure was once used to advertise a barbecue restaurant? Could have had additional info on the back of the shirt, but I also could be completely wrong about this. It might simply be a birthday wish novelty. I think you will recognize this next one.
I live in a basketball crazy region, but this is the first time I’ve encountered this object. I know it references basketball, but what else is it intended to do? What purpose do the white cords serve? It definitely has plush elements.
This is me standing in my beat up Falls shoes next to a found plush “dog bone”. My dog makes short work of any plush toys she comes across. She knows how to get her teeth around their seams and split their contents open. This makes me wary to think that this orange bone might be a dog’s toy…but what else could it be? The Ohio River is always presenting me with such conundrums, however, I enjoy putting on my thinking cap and trying to puzzle them out. I hope you liked some of the images and I will leave you with this final one of the parrot in the place where I left him for others to find.