Pencil Prepping
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The DMV driver handbook be like…
…I don’t care who you voted for or how big you think government should or shouldn’t be, put down that beer and listen up! You wanna run your car on my roads, then you play by my rules (See pp. ix to 99). Now go put these plates on the front and back your your car. We’ll see you in a couple of years – if not sooner – to find out how things are goin.
So, yea, I put the new plates on today.
Plunger Man Looks Out Over His City
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Aroma Therapy & Another Pencil
Last year a buddy of mine gave me some wood to carve. I’m halfway through the cottonwood bark, and just today I started messing with a piece of cedar. It’s a work in progress…as illustrated:
Yes, it’s a boy, a baby pencil boy.
All at Once
Sleep’s gate has one of those simple, old-fashioned latches; but all at once you’re surrounded by garden already, you don’t know how you got in, and it doesn’t matter. You’ve dozed off.
Shutters
Wood shutters on just about every window here.
Another Tap Handle
I started this drawing last night while sipping the featured subject but got carried away with a conversation at the bar. Two pints later and it was time to go. So I finished it off this morning with the help of a photo and plenty of dramatic license, as usual. Besides the beers, the woodwork itself at the 17th Street Public House is eye catching.
Fearless Moon
…ain’t afraid to come out at night.
FUD: Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt
I know. I know. Some of you will say, these lenses are interchangeable, nobody is without bias, what about the MSNBC lens? My point is that we’re so good at polarizing that our conceptions now dominate our perceptions.
Inuit Proverb: When the snow melts…
Actually, what inspired this drawing was a post I read earlier this morning related to educational evaluation on EVALTALK, the listserve of the American Evaluation Association. The post references Bill Moyer’s PBS show and guest, Diane Ravitch, who, among other things, has explored FUD efforts.
Dogward Facing Back
Sometimes my mat is like a mirror, sometimes it’s like a black hole. At any rate I feel grounded when I sense my inner dog’s face staring back at me.
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