Uncle Bill took us to the Shoji Tabuchi show in Branson last night. To add to his collection, he bought a miniature souvenir violin that makes music when you touch the bow to the strings. Bill never has enough musical "toys." How ironic he never learned to play an instrument himself.
I took this photo by sticking my camera out the window as I was driving and clicking randomly. I was struck by how the clouds mirrored the Ozark mountains -- mounded on the top and striated underneath.