On a flight from Providence. Mostly about Thayer Street.
An early take on the raccoon. Made safe for Flickr.
The ravine behind my childhood home. My son and I went there to draw for one of his high school art class assignments. I spent some excellent time here when I was a kid. There used to be a rope swing here and a rope bridge. In this litigious world we live in now such things cannot exist. My dachshund, “Rumpy”, and I loved this place.
A little story for moly_x about growing up drawing.
One summer, at “art camp” we often played croquet at dusk. The bats would swoop down to check us out. We didn’t actually swing at them, but I thought the idea was kinda silly.
Another sketch from my Scottsdale trip. I’m about due for another sketching vacation. I’m running out of these.
This entry into Olya’s book is about using all of my vacation days to transport my family to all the places they need to go. Looking forward to January 1st, and a whole new set of vacation days.