I couldn’t begin to tell you what this is. Something down deep in the sea with little feelers. This next one I was told was a brain coral with a bristle worm on it.
What a Creator we have indeed! Look at all the colors undersea.
And how about this for a profile?
My aunt and her scuba-dive-loving husband visited Cuba late last year and were able to schedule a series of dives. Among them–swimming with the sharks. Clearly they are both more fearless than I. But the pictures my uncle captured with his camera were amazing.
Nope, those aren’t creative trick-or-treaters; it’s a family of Colorado Indians in Santo Domingo de los Colorados in Ecuador. Evidently, a new asphalt highway had been paved across their forest home, and the value of their land gave them beaucoup spendin’ money. So off they went to score Dad more sheer yellow scarves, whilst donning the traditional tribal stripes–regardless of the fact that horizontal lines are not slimming. In lieu of mousse or gel, Dad styled his hair with achiote paste, scooped from the plant pod.
For a closer look, fellow Colorado Indian Felix Calazacon models the red-paste hairdo.
Impressive. Should you so desire to mimic said hairstyle for your own costume desires, products are available.
Tradition still goes strong in 2016, and this happy family seems to be enjoying life.
No bacon??
Barefoot Mexcaltitán pre-schoolers practice the art of the bargain as Luz Maria gets aggressive toward Green Dress, whose lowball offer for their fruit has insulted the entire Ruvalcaba family. Twin sister Martha Estella bears a bowl of coquitos de aceite on her head, patiently enduring the exchange and the heated voice of the alpha twin.
It looks like this image would make a great puzzle, but it was actually pretty odd to see all this debris washed up on the shoreline in Rockport. Most of the shells were broken, but as you can see, this starfish was still in tact. We didn’t take it, as it needed to dry out. It was wet and squishy. We actually left it all just as it was.
I’d never seen so many things washed up ashore like this. See the leopard print?
However, it didn’t seem to bother these folks.
Seriously, who does that? Do you ever just lie, fully clothed on the beach like that, and chitty-chat with the sand and surf riding into your nether regions? People are strange.
Shells and crabs littered the entire area.
And there was this little guy.
Wonder how long it will stay that way?
These lucky fliers had the good fortune to be alive during the height of plane travelin’ glory in 1950. Can you imagine being able to extend the length of your arm above you, and not smashing into the overhead compartment?
The truth is–this is a Ted Solent flying boat, which made many Australia-England runs. They could carry 45 passengers in seven lounges on two decks. Doesn’t it look dreamy?
Below is a Short Empire flying boat, which made many trips prior to WWII. Have you ever been on a flying boat or known anyone who has?
For more images of flying boats, see my earlier post.
Yesterday we profiled New York Central railroad advertising, and today we focus on the Union Pacific. Again, these are all WWII era, as evidenced by the optimism above: “After victory…”
Montana shows us stout cows and wide open spaces.
The Nebraska one has an interesting choice of colors for the sky. 
California has ordered groves and fresh citrus. 
What a great ad campaign. I can’t decide which of the four is my favorite. Which do you enjoy?
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