It was the camel, I swear by my sword!
Midnight at the oasisSend your camel to bedShadows paintin’ our facesTraces of romance in our headsHeaven’s holdin’ a half-moonShinin’ just for usLet’s slip off to a sand dune, real soonAnd kick up a little dustCome on, Cactus is our friendHe’ll point out the wayCome on, till the evenin’ endsTill the evenin’ endsYou don’t have to answerThere’s no need to speakI’ll be your belly dancer, prancerAnd you can be my sheik
See my face? That’ll be £25.
I’d say camel. He’s smirking.
Great legs, butter face?
camels are have a horrible odor.
Baseball Season: “One out!”.Looks like the camel has broken it’s left rear leg. Maybe he’s dickering for a new ride and she’s actually a “used-camel” saleswoman. Her get-up will sell more than a plaid jacket.
Click-to-enlarge image can be found here or here. Modest enlargement can be found at Mr. Melcher’s blog entry.Judah and Tamar (links show their Wikipedia pages) is shown, with a different coloration image, and described, by its current-location page. It is also described here, accompanied by another different coloration, click-to-enlarge image.Many discussions of the story are available online. The artist’s WIkipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page has more) and collection (more under Subcategories).So far, 3 works, by this artist, have appeared in Mr. Melcher’s blog.
okay… sum wun has to say it….--“Its teh camel toe”……………..
just one little peek
your tent or mine?
Looks like she’s the person that “let one slip”……
Says the camel: “Hey, she who smelt it, dealt it, sister!”
She’s so snarky… always with the thinly veiled insults. @everyone – Lol! :D
“In fact, if you hadn’t said anything, I’d have blamed it on the camel.”
Spend tonight with the camel and figure it out for yourself.
‘Come with me to the Casbah…’
i know a place where an arab can still eat his date.
The artist is a cousin of Sherlock Holmes, per one of his stories.
Here is another work by this artist.