Yesterday’s sunny weather allowed us an outing, where we saw these three mallards on the river, their feathers glistening in the sunshine.
It was a nice, if not brief, hint of the spring that is to come.
Category: Texas
Murica
People On Grass And Probably “On Grass”
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Girl In Wallpaper Overalls Preps Face For Koi Tattoo
It’s Raining Grammar On National Grammar Day
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.
Thighmaster: Level Tree Bark
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.”– Thoreau
“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
Wearing Poinsettias Like A Boss
Egyptians Hopeful As They Enter Red Sea
New Auntie Anne’s Pretzel Circles
How adorable is this 1941 university Singles Tennis team, three of them in their tennis whites?
And what can I say about the Deck Tennis Singles?
Lady B’s hair has aerodynamic fins like a 1957 Chrysler Plymouth. Perhaps that helped with her swing?
The Table Tennis gals seem ready for a challenge. Pleated skirts and collared shirts allowed for ultimate comfort and flexibility.
Check out the smiles on these two. Rackets are strung and ready to backhand.
But what is going on with the men’s team uniform? I don’t get it. How did swooshy Great Gatsby-white-party culottes help their game? And think of the stains you could never get out! Boys are so messy. Those pleats really do add pounds.
Slim Margin Victory
Campus Voting Day
I Don't Get It 