Tanlines

I have a few unusual (and year-round) tan lines.  They don't go away, ever.  Not surprisingly, I get some pretty funny stares when I wear a bathing suit.  (I tell myself the stares are from the tan lines, anyway.)

See that?  That's the difference between my brown arm and my white stomach.

This lovely brown stripe of skin is from spending many hours squatting down and bending over during excavation.  We call this the Archaeology Tramp Stamp.  I've had this tan line for multiple years now. (Also note the many various tank-top tan lines. )

As a cyclist, I have a strange pride in my biking tan.  

And this, my favorite.