Gruene Hall: We were there (together)

On July 1, 2009, Kim and I visited historic Gruene Hall outside of New Braunfels. Standing outside, a biker saw us and offered to take our photo. We obliged — who wouldn’t? — he was a biker.

Biker photo
The biker took our photo, though I'm pretty sure his bike stole the frame.

Then, Kim took my picture outside of the historic building.

Some guy in front of Gruene Hall.

Then, I took her photo.

Kim at Gruene Hall
Kim at Gruene Hall.

And later, using Adobe Photoshop, I combined the two individual photos to create an image of us together, in front of a full view of Gruene Hall.

Gruene Hall together
Grune Hall: We were there, together.

Then, later the combined photo was printed in a Shutterfly book I made for Kim.

shutterfly book
The Shutterfly book I made for Kim to remember our 2009 summer vacation across central Texas.
Gruene Hall photo in book
Here is the adjusted photo as published in the Shutterfly book.

Of course, the gallery of the photos I took during our Summer 2009 vacation can be seen here: day one and day two.

Return of the frog in my shoe

So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Since at least June 27, when I found my friend the frog hiding in my shoe again, on the first workday morning of my vacation. That morning, I shook my shoe as I always do, in case there’s something cold blooded in it. Then I felt the frog, and I grabbed my camera and snapped the following shots …

So, the frog jumps out.
"Aww, what the hell, I was dreaming of fireflies."
Then the frog pretends to be a shoe as he sizes me up.
"You can't see me. I'm a shoe. You don't look that tough, anyway."
Assuming I'm sympathetic to his slumber, he hops back on the shoe.
"You really don't mind if I go back to sleep? Don't mind if I do ..."
"Wait a minute," he thinks, "Did you just take my photo? Look, man: This is my shoe."
"That's right. This is my shoe."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"It's all mine."
"It's all mine."
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."

And then, on July 10, as I was preparing to mow the lawn early in the morning before it got too hot, I found the frog in my shoe again. So I grabbed my good camera and captured the following …

"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"Bring it."
"Bring it."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"That's right, you best step back."
"That's right, you best step back."
"Yes, you are being shunned."
"Yes, you are being shunned."