Allen's Zoo


On Sundays
July 21, 2014, 7:13 pm
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Choosing movies (at the library)

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These guys were fun to draw…they seemed so intent on what they were doing.

 



The Glad Hatter

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Big Sky Country
June 13, 2014, 12:57 pm
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I got side tracked yesterday when I came upon this. I thought it could have been a place they filmed one of those old TV westerns.

I saw something recently I’d like to share I thought was appropriate here. While downtown I saw a man with two mules. Directly across from the city hall, in the middle of a bustling city. He looked like a prospector. I had to blink a couple of times. Now I know I’m in the wild west!

Happy Father’s Day, everyone.

 



Travel Sketching

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Drawing on the move.

 



Seen from a Cafe

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Beeing There

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Done in the car while waiting for the library to open. Bees were pollinating purple flowers next to me.

I’d like to share something I think is fun. The reaction I get from people when I’m out drawing or painting. When not in my car more often than not reactions are positive, like the Starbucks barista, saying he thought it cool. Occasionally my experiences are, let’s just say a bit awkward. Even so they’re often something I look back on with a smile, as they reflect the understanding of the person it’s coming from. On one occasion where I was drawing at coffee shop, a woman sat at the table next to me accompanied by her two children. As they were getting ready to leave she mentioned she was an artist too. She shook my hand and introduced herself. I noticed while one of her children had gone, the other had walked behind me (between myself and the wall). Mom noticed and noticed I noticed. As she and I continued our conversation, her daughter then got on one side of her and put both hands on her mother’s hip and began pushing. “Let’s go… I thought we were going to go.” I had said, “I guess she’s a bit protective. I remember my daughter was that way sometimes.” When her mother tried to continue talking her daughter came next to me, crossed her arms in front of her and said, nodding to my sketchbook I’d now closed, “Did you draw that?” I said “What,” opening it, “You mean this?” She then nodded over to a magazine on the nearby table and said “You copied that”. I said, “No, these are people who were here. I drew them.” Mind you, she was maybe nine or ten years old. By then mom was ready go. I could only smile. Happy Mothers Day.

 




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