Look closely (double-click) and you can see the fizzy carbonation shooting up into the air!
I really don’t understand how people can cut out soda in their diet. Soda makes me so happy. Despite the empty calories, the caffeine, and the high fructose corn syrup, I still delight in those tiny bubbles. And, no, mineral water/club soda is not the same. At all.
Sunrise on this balmy Friday morning
A new Fort Worth Premier gas station opening in 1962 depicts great customer service for all your Chevy Impala’s needs. A sister photo reflects the steep price of gas at just over a quarter per gallon.
And check it out: Buy 8 gallons of gas and for only a dollar extra, you get five place settings of fine imported silverware–enough to invite all three attendants in straw hats, as well as the two girls in modest swimwear, heels, and mod flips.
We visited The Oasis this past weekend in central Texas and enjoyed a nice meal of redfish, grilled veggies, and rice. The Oasis has never (in decades) been known for decent or reasonably-priced food, so this was quite a surprise. And though it was a steamy 104 degrees in the sun, the shaded deck (and surrounding fans) allowed for a comfortable meal.
The lake level has been so low for so long, that it’s hard to recall a time when Lake Travis was full, and we weren’t under mandatory watering restrictions. This island shouldn’t really exist. It should all be under water.
Despite the heat, humidity, and low water levels, the lake can still be an enjoyable spot for breathtaking views. The dozens of sailboats and waterboats, skiers and fishermen can testify to that.
We’re just happy the trees are still green in August, instead of pointy brown branches, singed from oppressive sunlight. Dog days indeed.
Don’t know who these folks are or where this was taken, but it looks to be the 1930s, according to the dresses and hairstyles. I like the ribbons in the girls’ hair, and the restless boys who can’t sit still.
I especially fancy this dress!
But I do wonder why this fella was left holding the baby.
My apologies to the teens at the public pool today (who have probably never heard of WordPress), but you strode right into my lens space whilst I was trying to capture my son for posterity. So what else can I do but have a caption contest at your expense?
1. “In twenty years, they’ll be down to here.”
I was reading a back issue of Saveur magazine this morning (the cover picture of sliced watermelon drew me in), and this picture was on the back page.
Spaghetti swooshing requires no use of one’s hands. Ever heard of such a thing?
I Don't Get It 