Retro-Hydrant: Murdock & Hutchinson

Neo-retro Hydrant

The fire hydrant, i.e., fire plug, is a recurring theme here at portfoliolongo, as illustrated by several posts – 7 or so? – tagged as such right here on this illustroblog.

Thanks to Google Maps and my iPad’s screenshot capability, I was able to travel across the continent – and back in time a little – to the very first fire hydrant in my life on the corner of Murdock St. and Hutchinson Ave. in Canonsburg, PA.

(click on image to enlarge)

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Here you see a modern representation of my native fire plug so that you can better picture me, not long after Alaska and Hawaii achieved statehood, small enough to sit with my butt on the main outlet cap, my legs straddling the secondary outlet caps, while holding onto the head of the hydrant. I would be facing the building on the corner, which at that time was Marcantonio’s market. A large mail box used to be right in front of the fire hydrant against the building. The bigger kids used to sit on top of it. We were all assuming our positions in a tradition that seemed to have neither a beginning nor an ending.

Sketch Club, Procreate, iPad Pro, Apple Pencil, Memory Lane


on the corner

in the corner

at the corner

around the corner


Sketch Club, Sty-HD stylus, iColorama, iPad 4th Gen. (while my iPad Pro is being examined to explain a display issue)



Started this one in Sketch Club, but I couldn’t export the image to my iPhotos because of a glitch associated with today’s iPad operating system update, which has imbalanced the heck out of a couple of apps. So I screen shot the captive image and opened it up in Procreate and iColorama, where I tweaked away without signing it. I kinda’ like it, so I’m posting it before hitting the sack.

Precious Water

As we move from the Hartford of the West (Des Moines, IA) to the Gateway to Yosemite (Merced, CA), from the nation’s breadbasket to not far from its salad bowl, we’ll have to keep an eye on water like never before.  Water is a finite and precious resource practically everywhere, and this is especially true in the San Joaquin Valley.


City of Merced, Gateway to Yosemite