Allen's Zoo


Old Timers

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I took a moment to sketch these guys at one of my favorite places.

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Mickey D’s

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Fun in the Sun

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Thought this a good day to share some sights while taking a weekend walk. Happy 4th, everyone.



Out There
June 1, 2016, 1:31 pm
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Went to my favorite place to walk on Memorial Day.

It’s out there enough to at least feel as though your away from things. Saw lots of rabbits…it’s the time of year. I’ve also seen bobcats, dolphins, and turkey there as well.



Travel Sketching

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I had 15 minutes to sketch before the library opened.



Dawn of the Raccoon 

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I painted this during my usual crazy early hour of the morning walk. You can see that it was pretty dark. After sitting there awhile, I heard a kind of purring sound. It reminded me of the sound that dinosaur made in Jurassic Park before it attacked Newman. I didn’t move at first, then I turned and clearly saw a raccoon standing up looking at me not three yards away, and another scampering away. I said softly, “It’s okay.” I said it not only to calm the raccoon… but also to calm myself. Then I turned and deliberately walked away.



Asserting Control with the Killer Elbow
August 17, 2015, 3:02 pm
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At the same bus stop I talked to a cute little girl only a week earlier, I had an experience as different as you possibly have. As I rode up on my bike, I noticed a guy standing off to the side of the bus stop, his bike on the ground. Someone else obviously not alright was sitting in the bus stop on the bench. He didn’t acknowledge anyone and had dirty, worn clothes. Not long after I sat down I smelled a cigarette. He’d lit a cigarette butt he had. I got up and moved just out of range from the smell. The guy off to the side said, “Schizophrenic. That’s not right he smokes there.” “Mmm,” I acknowledged. I got out my sketchbook and began drawing. He said, “I draw, too”. “Oh?”, I said. He said, “Yes, in prison”. He began telling me how a lot of people drew there. It brought to mind once during life drawing in college, one of the models mentioned just that. I was going to tell him…I stopped myself. He started to explain how he survived being in, “The most dangerous prisons in the world. California prisons.” While he was explaining this he moved in front of me and started telling me how he keeps himself in shape. He went on to say how he killed someone in prison with his elbow. He lifted his arm up to show his elbow. I have to admit, it looked dangerous. He continued to say how he was better than me (and others) because he controlled his surroundings. He then went back to his original spot. A guy with sunglasses on walked up and asked me the time. After telling him he walked around to the back of the bus stop. “The killer” continued talking. He told me how he occasionally likes to come to this area he calls, “Whiteland.” Then I noticed “the killer” had gone from my peripheral vision. After a while I heard something in back of me…in back of the bus stop. It wasn’t loud, it was barely above a whisper. Then “the killer” and the guy in sunglasses came out from behind the bus stop. The guy in sunglasses was half-yelling and half-pleading for “the killer” to leave him alone and stop talking shit. This went on for a while. Then “the killer” came back to the bus stop near me and leaned on one of the pillars of the bus stop looking over to the far side past the bus stop. After a while he started calling to the sunglass guy who was there, “a faggot!” Every few moments he would yell, “Faggot!” Then after a while he stopped and moved back to his spot on the side. I actually thought, I’d prefer he was talking (or yelling) where I could see him. It seemed less ominous. During all this, I was sketching. My bus arrived. I was gone. The experience brought to mind something a friend said about the possible hazards of bus travel a couple of weeks before.

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Taken from my balcony yesterday around 5 something am.