That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 30, 2021

Hey, what’s that bump in the sand? Ozymandias, is that you?

Now think carefully. Where were you when you buried Uncle John with sand?

When you play in the sand for too long your face gets rubbed off.

“Look at them in the shade. I’m left out here in the sun to bake like a potato. Mommy likes the new baby more.”

No, honey. Those brown things aren’t seashells, just something a cat left.

Careful! The Beach Patrol has been known to run over people with their Jeep!

Red Solo Cup…… I fill you up……Let’s have a party!!!!!!

Zoe tried to help her daughter build a sandcastle, but for some reason it kept sliding apart – she just couldn’t get the sand to stick together. Dammit, her degree was in Romantic poetry, not architecture! If only Frank was here. Men knew about such things.

I think this was Biden’s first bill 120 years ago when he got into the senate. LOL! Zoning, you got to love it and hate it. We all need gas stations and factories, just not next door.

He’s buried the cat in the sand/ And he found the experience grand/ little sister is next/ and mother’s perplexed:/ Things are getting a bit out of hand….

If you do build there the HOA fees will kill you.

So blurry…at first I thought I forgot to put my glasses on!

It happened every time Jean Baptiste tried painting on the beach, he got suntan lotion all over his glasses.

I’m sorry, darlings, instead of building a sand castle, let’s just watch the waves for a while. Mummy is feeling a bit out of focus today.

Mommy I know it’s a funeral for kitty but did we have to wear our dresses? I get sand all in my undies!!

Great. Another artist with astigmatism.

The Katzenjammer Kids making the best of WWI by spending a day at the beach. Tomorrow it’s back to the trenches!

Heck, let’s build it. It’s the closest thing to a beach house we will ever get.

SOOOO, this is the white privilege they are bemoaning about.

How the crew member’ families killed time on the banks of the Sues Canal until Ever Given got unstuck.

Yup. At a Florida coast vacation earlier this month I was stunned by how much of the ‘public’ beach area is allotted to private businesses to put up their rows of umbrellas and sun shades for daily rental.

Everyone on the Canal was doing their part to help free the Ever Given.

“My cousin in Pont-Saint-Esprit sent me a loaf of their local bread. Tasted kind of funny, but I like what it’s doing for my painting.”

Look out, here comes the HOA.

Because we messed with something while time traveling, we’ll gradually fade from this picture and no longer exist in the future.

Having polished off a bottle of wine, this is how Jean Baptiste saw it.

Mother and daughters on the beach : 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Moeder_met_kinderen_op_het_strand,_ca_1917.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

https://www.askart.com/artist/Jean_Colin/11023434/Jean_Colin.aspx 

https://books.google.com/books/about/Belgian_Impressionism.html?id=l_BmtAEACAAJ 

https://www.jeanxolin.com/my-story/ 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist, (again, if additions cause the text to be truncated, askart.com can be read in full for free on Fridays), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2674 (March 29, 2021) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Forced by the law to protect the identity of minors, Jean Baptiste deliberately obscured their little faces.

Yet another painting destined for an Optometrist’s office wall. I’ve found my niche in ART!! :>)

“And that’s what that is, dear. This is a dog beach.”

she wanted a tan, so she put on all her clothes and sat under the umbrella. took quite a few weeks but she did get a red face.

If I knock down the buildings in the background, will that clear up the zoning issue?

Everyone applauded and lauded Nancy for her time and generosity with the poor faceless and deformed orphans.