Dripping Springs. It's a little town in the Hill Country on the way to Fredericksburg. Dripping wet, dripping with praline sauce. Is dripping with something too much? Or enough to relish and play in? You probably know my take on that one. Dig in. It's all about carpe diem, isn't it? That little town's name still brings a smile to my face. Light danced, birds sang. It was fun just to read the signs and imagine getting mail addressed to myself, at Dripping Springs, Texas. Explore any map and there are equally intriguing town names. I always wonder who decided, who picked the name and why. But on this day, I decided to just let the brush play and relish in the glorious qualities of dripping paint.