Working to focus.
Mind runs north while sitting south.
On this Day of Earth,
Look close and pay attention,
To our Blue Marble.
A walk around the scrub on a hot and breezy spring ish morning can provide for a number of unique experiences. One day, you’ll see wood ducks fly from a roost with no water anywhere in sight, retaking their names at the expense of their future. Another day, you’ll see a bear rush from one narrowing dense patch to the next, wondering why there’s suddenly so many gaps in his home. A different day yet, you’ll see bees and beatles frantically trying to flit from one plant to the next, racing the inevitable clock that ticks in all our lives, demanding us to move faster before time runs on too long.
Today was a bit of all of those days. But mostly, there were just flowers.
Roughly 15 years ago, when I was a lowly high school student, I started an assignment for art class. I, mmmmm, took my time in finishing it. It is kind of a reverse drawing, where you take a sharp object and scratch the black off of a white board, hence the name, scratch board. My teacher was not only fantastic, but also fantastically patient. This represents probably more than half of a semester of work, on and off again, and is what I turned in to the aforementioned and epic Pataconi. Don’t know what kind of grade I got.
However, I then spent most likely another semester, possibly a summer, and finished it.
The original is *hopefully* at my parents house in a closet somewhere, but these are the scans Pataconi uses as examples, to this day, in his class. This means so much to me on many many levels, so I thought I’d share my First Falcon with you all, some 15 years later. Very cool.
what Was, what Is, and what Will Be 