That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. – Johnny Mercer
How can you not enjoy the gentle Southern cadence of Johnny Mercer’s lyrics, such sweet sounds. sigh Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for your guessing pleasure. Do you know? Can you tell?
What Is It?!?
What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 287)
Girish thought, “ooh sweet potato chips ! or is it lays? I dunno both sound good right about now !” Not potato chips (although that does sound yummy). Heather said, “wood came to mind as soon as I looked at the photo….chop sticks?” Not chop sticks or wood. So what was it?
What you saw were scissor blades. I had them opened just slightly; however, the picture makes it look like they’re floating.