If the undo button here were a big pink eraser, I'd be peeking out from underneath a huge pile of pink eraser dust.

:D

what a way to go :)

Happy "Late" Valentine's Day

What ARE you gonna do with them? :)

I wonder if you turn a surfboard upside down with the fins up if you could use it for a snowboard.

or...you could take your time and it'll be spring, anyway
Let's see, if the timer were correct on this thing, it would mean that I painted at an approximate speed of 1 HPM. (hair per minute) and 2 SPM (snoflakes per minute) :)

I've been doing the whitetail "game management" muzzleloading rifle hunt for the State at the park here, and one night I helped the State park police and rangers track one of the hunter's deer through hundreds of yards of tall, dead grass. I'm not sure why his didn't go down immediately, we're shooting civil war "cannons"... mine had an exit wound bigger than Dallas. Anyway... that was my inspiration for this, and I didn't need a reference because I've seen this so many times after bowhunting that the image is burned into my mind. I didn't quite get the effect I wanted with the flashlight...I usually flare mine where there's a circle of light and no center point of light, and it was kind of foggy that night. I played with it long enough to lose my patience... but it was fun experimenting.

Hello again
Your words they make me smile
As I drift away
In my little room upstairs

Oh I spend my nights
Imagining your face, your touch
Then I realize
How I don’t even know your name

If we could share our time
Would I disappoint your fantasies?
But I believe that I could be the one you’re needing
‘cause I’m

Only lonely on the inside
Didn’t mean to take away your dreams
I’m only lonely on the inside
When you close your eyes to your deepest thoughts

And I could start to give apologies
For all the stupid things that I will say
And I will do
If we should ever cross the same place at the same
Time
Would your world skip a beat ‘cause it was me?

If we could share our life
Would I disappoint your memories?
And I believe that you could be the one I’m needing
And I’m

Only lonely on the inside
Didn’t mean to take away your dreams
I’m only lonely on the inside
When you close your eyes to your deepest thoughts

If I could give back your hopes, your joys, your
Treasures
Don’t you think that I would change my world?
But there’s so many things trying to pull us
Together
And even though we’re far apart I can still watch
You walk away

Only lonely on the inside
Only lonely on the inside
When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Only lonely on the inside
Didn’t mean to take away your dreams
I’m only lonely on the inside
In your deepest thoughts, what do you see?

Only lonely on the inside
I didn’t mean, I didn’t mean, to steal your dreams
Away
I’m only lonely on the inside
When you close your eyes, in your deepest thoughts,
Do you see me?

Only lonely on the inside, I’m only lonely when
You’re gone
Only lonely on the inside, I see you babe, I see you
Only lonely on the inside, only lonely, only lonely
On the inside
I’m only lonely on the inside

~Hootie and the Blowfish~

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

Never impart it completely to anyone other than your horse or your dog. If you don't have either, you're screwed. Yeah, pretty much.

Modest frame houses
Spaced neatly on little blocks
Castles to the proud men who struggled to buy them
The hum of distant mowers, the faint aroma of freshly cut grass
Not aware of registering those senses… the lull of childhood
The taste of koolaid, the tingling excitement of seeing the boy next door
The decadent rush of an innocent kiss
Musical laughter, glowing faces… bright and untarnished by time
Will you be my best friend? Forever?
The rat-tat-tat of a playing card in a bicycle spoke
I’ll race you… and if I win, I’ll stop and wait for you
Sun on my face
Un-harnessed energy, wind in my hair
Feet not touching the pedals
Downhill is a good thing, and there is no end
Hand in hand through a carpet of pine needles
Primitive forts built with small hands
Secrets of childhood sweethearts
Pacts sealed in blood
Will you be my best friend, forever?
The far-away muted sound of mothers calling
Into the twilight
Screen doors banging
The crackling sound of chicken frying
Chrome adorned formica tables and vinyl chairs
Warm kitchens, black and white televisions with rabbit ears
When Daddys always came home
Please, oh please, may my friend spend the night?
Bubble baths, pink bathroom tiles
Cool sheets that smell like sunshine
Attic fans singing a lullabye
Yellow chiffon curtains blowing in the moonlight
Whispers and giggles from room to room by siblings
They told us… “not another peep ”
So I whispered “Now I lay me down to sleep….”
And I did, with no sins to weigh my conscience down
Will you be my best friend, forever?

I think she might need some.

This is for solve. I'm not sure why you chose to ask me to do this, as I can think of several other artists here that would have been much better at this sort of thing, but I was very flattered that you did. I hope this is what you wanted and that you aren't disappointed. I had fun doing it.