Category: Photography
Sundown, You Better Take Care
Frosty Days In The Texas Hill Country
The Reluctant Photographer
When Trees Imitate People
Highkicking It Old School, Majorette Style
According to the World Baton Twirling Federation, baton twirling is a sport involving the manipulation of a metal rod with the hands and body to a co-coordinated routine. Many moons ago, soldiers would twirl rifles as they marched in parades. As the activity progressed, a rifle twirler moved to the front to get the party started. To keep from accidentally shooting onlookers, rifles made way for batons, rods made from hollow light metal with light rubber ends, balanced to give accuracy to the twirler.
Once the batons were lightened and balanced, the weaker sex could finally lift them into the air with her small muscles. Short skirts and high-stepping routines assured that males would watch as they pranced. These guys don’t seem to mind the view.
By 1940, men were resigned to the back row. But why are their hats so tall? Did they store their lunches in them? A Frenchman could hide both a baguette and a bottle of merlot in there. I find them oddly reminiscent of the minions of the Wicked Witch of the West.

Senior Class Officers
Rolling Pin Discipline
Places To Go, People To See, Part I
Have a hankering to visit the Sunshine State? No, not the Australian state of Queensland!
But before you start packing, please review the following:

Where does one get a license to skateboard? The same place you procure a license to ill?
Never more than an hour from the ocean? Fresh seafood, here I come!
Superfecta: Knock Knees, Incontinence, Bowling, And The Uncola
It wasn’t Red Bull that gave her wings.
Let’s not go overboard, Cindy. It’s only a spare.
Not everything can be the pause that refreshes. Now where’s the Seagram’s?

So wholesome? Is that so? Can babies drink it?
Splendor In The Raked Leaves
Ready For Winter
Another triple digit day, week, and month here in the Lone Star State with zero precipitation and not a chance of rain as far as the eye can see. I can’t wait until the temps drop down to 95 and we ladies can wear just one brassiere per day. You try walking a dog/doing dishes/trimming hedges at 8am and see if your bra doesn’t wind up ready to wring out by 9am. October can’t get here too fast!

















