Today is my brother’s birthday. I love my brother. He’s funny, and smart, and caring. He’s goofy too. He likes to watch trains up close. “Not too close, I tell him!”
He and I write Country Songs together. So, today in honor of his birthday, I went down to the Seven Mile Bridge, watched trains, and wrote a Country Western Song.
Here goes.
“It think we’re related and that’s not so bad,
At times it makes me happy, and at other times glad…
We do things the same way; we don’t have tattoos,
Never eat sugar and we won’t drink the booze…
Yep, we might be kin, because it fits to a tee.
Holy Smokes….we’re from the same OVARY!”
LOL, that’s plain funny Polly. I can almost hear the tune.
The light creates a strong visual interest in this. I like the desaturation with just a hint of color.
LOL is right!
This bridge is about a half mile walk from my house. (Getting to know Photoshop CS5 during our “abbreviated break” from school….
Nice shots!
..it’s certainly a theory….the blond haired, blue eyed eggs from one overy. The brown eyed eggs from the other!!! And people used to think boys came from the right overy and girls from the left. It’s a mixed up world.
OR….. it could be…….. Well, I won’t go into my theory right now….
Skipper!