...but I was feeling a little bit like the Man of Steel yesterday.
A tiny metamorphosis took place yesterday in Scribe Land. No, I didn't figure how to become faster than a speeding bullet; nor am I yet able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. ~ although that would be way cool, wouldn't it? But I'm am a tad proud of my little ol' self. I quasi-mastered a couple of HTML tricks, & we all might be the better for it, in the long run.
I've spoken in this space before about the aging process ~ particularly with moi. And I've struggled on & off with the face of this space. But I wanted something clean, something smart & something y'all could read without having to get your specs out.
We're in the 3rd iteration here over at The Scholastic Scribe, but I'm a tiny bit proud of the changes. First off, I think the wider posting space is reader-friendly. Please let me know if it's not. And secondly, you won't have to squint any longer to get a gander at some pretty Superior Snaps.
All kinds of critters frequent the OBX. Some day I'll write about the ghost crab that took hold of the soft spot between Mr. Fairway's thumb and index finger, & just wouldn't let go...
...or these funny little birds ~ Sanderlings, maybe, but I really don't know ~ who skitter up and down the beach, following the surging tide, all blessed day long.
...or the human variety, at the top of this post and above, who never know when to get out of the sun.
Editor's Note: Because this undertaking was a challenge, & because these Superior Snaps showcase a celebration (this week's theme), I've thrown my proverbial hat into the ring for Dale's Thursday Challenge.