Remember the ice ghost?
Well, now there is this.
It's too soon to draw any conclusions from this evidence, but I'm keeping my eyes open.
Visitors at my granddaughters second birthday party.
Unfortunately, she had already eaten Cookie's chin and most of Elmo's left cheek.
I found this poor little guy in the dark storage room that one has to pass through on the way from the vestibule of the Cathedral to the restroom. It's a frequent haunt of mine. I don't know why he didn't make the cut for the crêche, but I don't see why they had to put him in front of the air conditioner in the middle of the winter. I mean, he might be an ass, but we ought to extend the warmth of Christmas to him anyway.
Chinese hobbits. Who knew?
The sign over the door says, "Speak friend and enter."
This was a shadow on the wall of the Eucharistic chapel at the cathedral. I liked the way it looked. The picture didn't come out the way I wanted, but I liked it anyway.
I like the autobalance version, too.
There's one person who reads this blog sometimes that might recognize this last picture. I went to high school at the school that is connected to the church that is now the cathedral, but at the time was not. Many afternoons after school, my friends and I walked down what is one of the loveliest streets in Memphis to get to our bus stop. One morning recently, I had some free time between Mass at the cathedral and work, so I took a walk down the street. It is lined with stately homes surrounded by wonderful old trees and lots of flowers and there is a beautifully landscaped median in the street. But, I'm not going to show you a picture of that. These are the steps that were next to the bus stop. Being teen-aged girls, I'm sure that we weren't always happy or always in complete charity with one another, but now I only have good memories of our time there.