Because I would really like to have a metal Dream Man Catcher. What woman wouldn’t, right? If you hung it over your bed at night, you would wake up in the morning to find your dream man inside. You could let him out, have your way with him, and then put him back to save him for later.
Or have him go make breakfast.
Somebody get to work on that right away.
Back to reality: the Giant Dream Catcher, and Metal Men Climbing a Feed Mill Silo.
Yes, believe it or not, those two things are more real than my Metal Dream Man Catcher. Such a pity.
In Marble Falls, Texas, (north Hill Country) on the side of the highway that runs through the center of town is a Giant Dream Catcher. No, I don’t know the significance. It didn’t have a sign explaining its purpose for me to take a photo of for you all. You folks know I rarely read those wordy signs.
This post is a selection of random photos from around Texas. Some I’ve had for a long time, but there hardly seemed enough story about any one of them to form a whole post by themselves. Then I had the brilliant idea to lump all the mini posts into one…
Hence, the title: Picking fly turds out of pepper.
Not that these are turds, per se, they’re merely lacking in back story. Although, some of these were taken before my photo skills improved, so they are turds in that respect.
Canyon Lake in Canyon Lake. This was taken three years ago. If you decide to visit, do not wear a sundress. Why? Because it’s windy on top of the dam. The wind will catch your skirt, flip it up, and show your rear end to everyone behind you, also walking along the dam. And then you will have to walk along the rest of the dam and back holding your skirt down with both hands. You will look silly holding your skirt down. Probably. It’s just a guess.
The dam at Canyon Lake. A nice place for a walk, but not in a dress.
If you had a ranch, would you name it “Meanwhile”? Because someone did.
Meanwhile back at the ranch named Meanwhile.
When I was in north Texas Hill Country near Kerrville, I would walk through the neighborhood. One day, shortly after I snagged the photos of the giant ant in their front yard (below), this fence and gate showed up.
At one end of a long boardwalk that winds along a portion of Chesapeake Bay, sits The Havre de Grace Decoy Museum, two stories of decoy after decoy after decoy. Over 1,200 decoys by famous decoy makers (yeah, I’m not that deep into it, I just wanted to look at the ducks) are artfully showcased on two floors. Also displayed are various old shotguns, and other duck-hunting-related items. I’m out of stuff to say about that so, Slideshow! (You’re welcome.)
But wait! There’s more! (No, it’s not a Ginsu knife.)
It’s time to get out of Dodge. There’s a storm a brewin’ and I’m a goin’.
If you watch the Weather Channel at all you may have seen that central Texas is now marshland. The state is like a doughnut of land with a lake in place of the doughnut hole.
By a marvelous twist of fate I was not anywhere near Pizzaville for the worst of it. (I was actually in a galaxy far, far away. I had a great time, and that will be in a later story.) I was watching the Weather Channel while I was gone, and that was scary enough. You all know how I feel about these big wind and water storms. I’ll take a good ol’ west coast earthquake over that any day. By not being in Texas for the storm, I’m sure I’ve saved years of my life. Years that would’ve otherwise been lost to the stress and fear of being right there.
Tornadoes touched down around Pizzaville (none too close to the RV park). Many people were evacuated from homes and RV parks all around south central Texas. Cow-Chicken-Oil town is completely flooded. Dams broke, river banks overflowed, roads washed away. And so did some homes. Several people lost their lives and more are still missing.
A seven-foot-tall jackalope was spotted in Wimberley, Texas!
The furry jackrabbit-antelope hybrid was seen wearing a horse saddle, and galloping through Hill Country after throwing a unknown blond rider.
I have a feeling none of you are surprised by my attempt at a shocking headline.
I can’t even surprise you all anymore, can I? *sigh*
Pioneer Town, Wimberley, Texas
Pioneer Town, Wimberley, Texas – Home of the Jackalope
Pioneer Town, a replica of a mid-1800s western town, has all the requirements of an old western movie set: a dirt main street, a blacksmith shop, a livery stable, a post office, a print shop, a general store, old houses, a steepled church, and an opera house. It also has a cowboy museum and requisite souvenir shop,… and a giant jackalope.
Because every mid-1800’s western town had a giant jackalope. Probably.
A collector of many things, Mrs. Louisa Gordon’s collections of bells, bed pans, money and stones take up an entire wing of the museum.
According to a sign posted in the wing, she and her husband traveled extensively. Many of the items in her collections were acquired during their travels. Upon her death in 1941, she willed her collections to J. Marvin Hunter’s museum, now the Frontier Times Museum.
Ring My Bells
That same sign introducing Mrs. Gordon’s collections also says this is likely the largest collection of bells in the world. I wanted to ring one, but I didn’t want to get kicked out before I found that elusive two-headed rodent. I should’ve rung the bells. (If you don’t know about the elusive “two-headed rodent”, see the first post.)
This picture doesn’t capture the whole collection of bells.
A small museum in a small town, The Frontier Times Museum in Bandera, Texas packs in a whole lot of the weird and wonderful I’ve not seen anywhere. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in density, and random oddities. The place is full up to the high ceiling with — stuff. Stuff like shrunken heads and dressed fleas.