Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Mind reading
What do you imagine she was thinking? I happen to know, but your guesses are sure to be more entertaining.
Monday, July 12, 2010
A quiz
How would you describe this sitting posture?
a. Indian-style
b. cross-legged
c. criss-cross applesauce
d. other
d. other
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Mustache surprise
Hey baby.
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Here's another drawing from last weekend:
This weekend I'll be doing lots more drawing, attending a days-long open-air concert in the Short North, seeing my grandmother, and finishing the book I've been reading all week. Guess which activity I'm most excited about?
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Here's another drawing from last weekend:
This weekend I'll be doing lots more drawing, attending a days-long open-air concert in the Short North, seeing my grandmother, and finishing the book I've been reading all week. Guess which activity I'm most excited about?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Odd bird
Found my eraser. It was in a very dusty spot under a chair.
I identified a weird mystery bird this afternoon. My sister and I always see the same enormous, odd-looking mutant duck during our river walks. (Significant feature: gross puffy red and black skin on its face.) We stare and speculate until the bird starts to look nervous, then we back away vowing to return with a camera. Today after a judicious Google search I discovered our odd bird is a wild Muscovy duck--not a mutation resulting from a chemical spill but the result of hundreds of years of domestic inbreeding. This is all my bird book has to say about the Muscovy: "Interbreeding produces a bewildering variety of plumages and sizes; some bear little resemblance to the parent species." Thanks, David Allen Sibley.
I didn't used to think birds were interesting at all, but now I find them fascinating. The natural world is amazing.
Here's another drawing from the weekend. (I know the seventeenth wasn't a weekend day for most people, but it was for me. I had Friday off so my weekend began Thursday after work. Hurrah!)
Title: You can only sit on this couch with me if there's room for you. Which there isn't.
I identified a weird mystery bird this afternoon. My sister and I always see the same enormous, odd-looking mutant duck during our river walks. (Significant feature: gross puffy red and black skin on its face.) We stare and speculate until the bird starts to look nervous, then we back away vowing to return with a camera. Today after a judicious Google search I discovered our odd bird is a wild Muscovy duck--not a mutation resulting from a chemical spill but the result of hundreds of years of domestic inbreeding. This is all my bird book has to say about the Muscovy: "Interbreeding produces a bewildering variety of plumages and sizes; some bear little resemblance to the parent species." Thanks, David Allen Sibley.
I didn't used to think birds were interesting at all, but now I find them fascinating. The natural world is amazing.
Here's another drawing from the weekend. (I know the seventeenth wasn't a weekend day for most people, but it was for me. I had Friday off so my weekend began Thursday after work. Hurrah!)
Title: You can only sit on this couch with me if there's room for you. Which there isn't.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Pencil drawing
I filled five pages in my drawing book this weekend. Very satisfying.
I like the thick, solid lines of a 4H pencil. It's as easy to erase as it is to darken, but it's capable of producing very fine lines, too. It rarely needs sharpening, and it follows directions. Yes, I think a 4H would be my desert island pencil.
Speaking of favorite things, I lost my best eraser over the weekend. One moment it was sitting on my knee. The next moment I reached for it absentmindedly and it wasn't there. I'm optimistic, though.
I like the thick, solid lines of a 4H pencil. It's as easy to erase as it is to darken, but it's capable of producing very fine lines, too. It rarely needs sharpening, and it follows directions. Yes, I think a 4H would be my desert island pencil.
Speaking of favorite things, I lost my best eraser over the weekend. One moment it was sitting on my knee. The next moment I reached for it absentmindedly and it wasn't there. I'm optimistic, though.
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