Spanish Moss & Shanty
Category: Nature
Scenes From Hot Springs
Today’s overcast sky and drop from yesterday’s record 80 degrees to today’s mid-40s reminds me of similar weather during our November Hot Springs, Arkansas visit. Sometimes an overcast sky can make for a peaceful, placid picture. Until the geese get moving, that is.
The view of downtown as we rounded a hill proved cozy and charming, white steeple hidden in the clouds.
Autumn leaves littered the streets, where a green banner proclaimed a Chili Cook-Off, of which we later partook.
And further down on Bathhouse Row, we stopped for a cold craft beer, a refreshing end to the day.
Walk Headfirst Into Life
Two Boys For Every Girl
January 16, 2015
Partial Dillo
Par for the course here in the Lone Star State. A busted-out armadillo shell, just settin’ in the sun.
I’m pretty sure they don’t shed their skins.
Smiles, Sledding, And That One Sullen Guy With Great Cheekbones
Secrets Of A Parson, Part II
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!
Something In The Water
scenes from a Richmond, Virginia baptism in 1896 (Heustis Cook)
I Will Never Dress A Chicken Nor Stand In Waist-High Snow
Speak Up, Sonny
We visited a fluffle of bunnies (yes, the term is fluffle) during the holiday, and this one was the most interactive.
Others were shy, like this guy.
But not Max, Jr. He was ripe for a nibble of vegetation.
And even a rabbit pellet for dessert.
Did you ever see a cuter black-nosed, red-eyed bunny?
Late Day Self-Portrait
I Don't Get It 