It's Condiment Week here at the blog. I have to mustard the strength to go through all my photos and find the ones that have slipped through the cracks in the past few weeks and ketchup or I will be in a pickle. You should relish these shots! Lettuce begin.
A drive along Hwy. 80 near Edwards on a foggy morning.
An old gas pump in the weeds in Cary, Mississippi.
I never pass up the chance to watch the aerobatic dance provided by a cropduster. This guy really put on a show for me and some friends near Transylvania, Louisiana, a few weeks ago. It scared me when all the birds flew through the area, but the cropduster just plowed on ahead.
Gotta love it, Marty! Very clever and, as always, great pictures.
ReplyDeleteOh, Dear Goodness!!! I thought I was the only one married to such a punster!
ReplyDeleteI DO love touring with you---my own state becomes a foreign land, with a new, unglimpsed scope around each corner, yet familiar as pleasant dreams.
I'm gonna make sure Keetha sees these---her Daddy was/is a cropduster. I hope you have more.