Weeds

When I get out to the countryside, I begin by drawing the ground. I’m like a horticulturist. The problem is I can’t tell a plant from a flower from a weed. It doesn’t matter because I just sketch everything. It all looks groovy to me. Being a squirrel, I did know what an acorn was. I get lost in this kind of drawing and never quite know when to stop. So at some point I just give up.

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Critters

There it was, my first bald eagle sighting in New York State. Yun and I were standing on top of a hill and suddenly one made a bank turn and hovered over us for a second. I guess it was a sign of some sort.

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Woodstock

My wife and I are staying in Woodstock for a month. One afternoon a huge black bear wandered into our backyard from the woods. It was quite eye popping to see. Our bear loped right past where I usually sit and draw. Now I draw a little closer to the house.

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KBL

I have been watching a lot of Korean baseball on ESPN.

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Kimono

Sometimes I’m more surprised than anyone at what ends up flowing out of my pen. Where some of these images come from is a mystery only my tiny brain could explain.

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