Hurray! Soon the flowers will be blooming, and the birds will be singing, and the butterflies flitting about, and Nature will get its pollination on. What’s that you say? It’s still freezing cold out?
Don’t shoot the messenger.
Category: Pics
Hard Scramble
Satin shorts, striped socks, high-tops–what’s not to like?
A Starburst of Basketballers
Guestbook Line
Publicatications Is A Real Word
If you say it loud enough, you’ll always sound precocious.
Yes, There Is A Dublin, Texas
Hi, Nancy
Hi, Ursula.
What’s the story, morning glory? What’s the tale, nightingale?
Did you hear about Hugo and Kim?
Sundown, You Better Take Care
Dress Patterns
I love 1930s dresses–modest but visually appealing, in all prints and colors (though you’ll have to use your imagination with these sepia pic). The draping and sleeves are so soft and feminine, just the way I prefer my dresses! So snazzy from their hats down to their shoes.
The left three ladies don’t seem too thrilled with the process, but the right three appear happy as clams to have their picture taken. And what’s the man carrying in the background? Milk?
Half-Tinted
I’ve never seen a pair of glasses with only one lens tinted. I cannot fathom why he would wear such a pair, unless he was hiding some horrible disfigurement and, not wanting to be called “pirate” instead of “pappaw,” forewent the eye patch. Qui sait? That, however, is not my only question. What appears to be one slender billy goat’s gruff of a beard, upon further examination looks more like exhaled cigar smoke. But how could it be traveling one way down his chin and then circling back up past his hat? Even the granddaughter looks perplexed.
Verve Pipe
We Won’t Be Late For Our ’48 Date
I almost cropped this pic, but then you wouldn’t have been able to behold the bare bulbs on the ceiling or the fancy borderwork on the walls. Click to enlarge.
I Don't Get It 