Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2019

Cascades Park, Bloomington

 This is a nice little park in Bloomington. Looking forward to getting back in the next couple years to do more exploring.
A great waterfall, maybe 15 or 20 feet, that you can cross over to finish your loop trail.





Bloomington is known worldwide for its limestone. Who knew it had this awesome limestone couch!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

as promised...




...if the 'before'
picture didn't
frighten you
tooooo much,
then...







at least this haircut must leave him feeling a bit cooler,
in these Dog Days of summer.



scrawny Toby
& self portrait
& poochon reflection

&...

no, that's all.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XL is one size my better .

me :

Recently i was forced by gnomic militants to admit my lack of self portraiture , hence this post ; an historical event for sure .

First a biography . For this i contracted the only hack writer i know to describe my life in 3 words because i only had three $s in my wallet . He writes good .

example : 'Once I saw there on that ground a toad !'
and another : 'It were a real good toad , to.'

So here's the big three commissioned words -- hope you like :

Tom is good

Full stop not included ; punctuation was extra .

I suppose i could have done the punctuation myself because i have some experience with that , but i'm not much of a do-it-yourselfer .



This is me discussing future projects with my Tyrannosaurus Rex shadow-hand . Sometimes after drinks he slurs a bit and sounds more like a duck ; but then , i have read that birds are descendants of the terrible lizard , so it is nothing to be ashamed of , right ?



Here i am worried that after falling through a black hole i will be squarshed like a peeled grape sliding down the gullet of Cleopatra who is dreaming of ice cream because sitting in a boat on the Nile during the dry season is so damned uncomfortable , and the flies are thick as flies . Is there a better metaphor for the thickness of flies , i ask ?

When in reality , or at least cartoon reality , Stephen Hawking is wrong and a black hole is merely a portal to Dairy Queen --convenient for Anthony since i don't think Double Bubblegum Pistachio Dip was one of the 31 Flavors available to ancient Egyptians .

Actually , black holes aren't even real -- just something i saw in an old Disney movie -- so this is my I-still-think-the -Hadron-Super-Collider-is-going-to-kill-us-all-or-turn-us-into-LSD-induced-rubber-necking-chickens look .