We’re not used to witnessing actual precipitation in central Texas, but it appears that today’s brief-lived 72 degrees, which is dropping to 31 as I type, has brought with it some rain. They hardly look like raindrops, though. More like dashes and hyphens.
Odd, isn’t it?
It almost looks like staples.
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.” — Pablo Picasso
“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” — Vincent Van Gogh
“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” — Oscar Wilde
The Climax Molybdenum Company donated the land for a high altitude observatory in Climax, Colorado, where University of Colorado weather observers encountered Arctic-like blizzards.
Sure looks like frosty conditions!
What a lucky group of students, off to fly the friendly skies in 1951.
But what’s going on here? Such eye-catching colors, he can’t help but be distracted.
Braniff had some great non-sexist ads as well. Check out the colors and the artwork on these!
Aren’t those fun? I could look at travel posters for hours. Maybe I will.
Never catch a sister unawares: the first ministerial lesson to be learned. Perhaps most brothers were at office jobs while Dr. Briggs made his daily round of pastoral visits to (mostly female) parishioners. To prevent a surprise visit, he would park his sweet 1930s ride in front of each home and faux tinker with the car to give housekeepers time to tidy up. That’s a thoughtful, if not exhausted, parson. It’s the little things that make a difference.
And on a purely aesthetic note, isn’t this a gem of a literal window inside the life of a person in 1941? So warm and serene in the home, so placid and white with snow outside. How comforting it must have been to know someone thought enough of you to drive to see you each day. Even a kind word from a milk man or mailman must have made the day of someone confined to his home. I have read that as you age, you begin to feel invisible, and just a gesture of conversation could serve to validate your existence. I raise my coffee mug to each of you today, validating your worth and purpose in existence!
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