This is Huck.
My friend Becky, who I jam with, is fostering him.
He is a good boy.
He likes to be scratched.
A lot.
Becky’s other two dogs think he is a little too pushy.
Our dog Shiloh had an owie. She is fine now.
When it is time to let three dogs and a cat out to pee in the morning.
When you are trying to relax and your dog doesn’t care.
Huck has been adopted into a permanent home on a farm, and has a new friend.
It looks like I spent some time relaxing.
And so did Mollie. In my chair.
Our lime tree in action!
So this is a weird one. I used the Seek app on my phone to identify a dead grasshopper in the parking lot at work. Seek is an app that identifies animals and plants. It wasn’t until I was getting ready to delete the photo that I noticed something strange. There is a small cricket of some sort nuzzling the neck of the other insect. Either it is sucking out the juices, or it is mourning its large friend. Either way…
It looks like the sun came up and went down a few times.
Good old sun!
And something somewhere burned.
I don’t know what it was or exactly where it was.
But I am pretty sure it burned.
And I even used, aside from ancient model paints I found in my art supplies, some old watercolor paints as well…
It is coming together.
I admit it was a hot mess for a while, but I have done some more painting on one side.
And then I did some outlining.
And when I do this to all four sides, and then add some painted details and highlights, it will be a cool walk-around piece of art.
I asked my wife if we could order pizza, and then asked her to tell the pizza people to put extra little tables… those things that keep the box lid off your cheese… in the box. And she didn’t even ask me why I wanted them. When I hinted about her asking why I wanted the extra tables, she said she didn’t need to know why I wanted them. That is how used to my crack squirrels she is.
I wanted them as drying stands for when I put varnish on the rocks, if you are more curious than my wife.
But my new definition of love is: when you know somebody so well that you just aren’t even curious about why they would ask for extra tiny plastic tables.
Because you see a stupid rock…
And you remember that rotary engraving/carving tool you got for Christmas…
And you think, yeah, I know, I have a million other art projects I am working on…
But it would be fun to just free-hand some art on a few rocks, you tell yourself…
Well, maybe just a few, you concede begrudgingly…
And the next thing you know, you are looking for rocks wherever you go…
And the ideas get weirder and weirder…
And then you start painting them, which you find out makes them look worse than just carving them, but you try to explain that if you just carve them, they are only really visible until you blow the rock dust out of the carving…
And besides, you think they are sort of cute, you know, to just place out in the garden…
But you figure, well, I could try carving some really deep, or just put paint in the carving lines…
So you start looking for more rocks wherever you go…
My little cousin came over for a visit. Here I am, reading her the book I wrote and illustrated: I Like Monkeys. Why does my neck look so fat?
I love that kid!
A sunset.
A moon.
One of my dogs being weird.
And some guy just hanging around at the beach.
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