Yeah. Sorry. I think that’s it, but I was half in the bag when I made my post 
D’oh!!1!
I did not zoom in far enough to recognize them as people. I thought they were just random rocks poking up through the snow. I was also sitting in the pre-dawn darkness with the screen brightness turned down to match.
Having that many of them right there in the near foreground is perfect.
I’ve lived a long time. And one thing I’ve learned is
farts will always be funny.
My dad laid that one on one of my sons.
Thinking about it, this sounds a lot like someone half remembered Yeats:
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
It’s always darkest just before the piano lands on you. --Oliver Faltz
“An optimist believes this is the best of all possible worlds. A pessimist believes this is true.”
Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. - Groucho Marx
- Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
- Know what to kiss… and when!
- Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
- Take heart amid the deepening gloom, that your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
From “Deteriorata,” by the National Lampoon
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but three rights make a left.