Some sketches from the sketchbook today. Above is our late, beloved Dexter, who showed up one day in the woods and (after months and months of wooing) became a happy indoor kitty. He was a sweet, bit orange fellow.
And here are some more, drawn from travels or from imagination. Some well executed, some not -- because that's the way it is with a sketchbook.
In winter, I shovel paths to the bird feeders. It's good cardio!
This is a true story. One day I was calling some people I know and no one was picking up. When I called a cartoonist (Bill Woodman) he picked up on the first ring since he was, of course, right there in his studio, drawing. He was a great cartoonist and much missed. We could chat for a long time.
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