This is anachronous me. I’m a little twisted that way.
This is a windmill. Above it is sky. Above that, “above” loses its frame of reference.
This is the sky as the sun is either going down or coming up. Either way, the sun is there, and the ocean is there, and there’s a beach and some such.
These are seals. Or, as my sister Becka would say, “sharks”. No, Becka, those aren’t sharks.
Here we have two windmills, a cliff, the ocean, and the everpresent sky. Note the blueness of that sky.
Apparently this large red thing pokes up from the ocean at some point. Geez. Someone tell those easterners how to landscape.
This is a moose. Don’t worry, moose can’t eat you. Also, it’s just a picture.
This is my little brother and sister. They’re still slightly androgenous, so if I told you they were both girls or some sort of hairless hamster, you probably wouldn’t know.
This is another sister of mine, and by all impartial metrics, she’s good looking.
This is Becka, the one that thinks seals are sharks.
Lisa is the only one of us that is married, due to the fact that she can suck milk up her nose and shoot it out of her eye. Alright, I made that up. But what a great reason to get married!
dan (that’s all, folks)