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Sticky-Pad Doodle. Breakthrough, I know.

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A portrait I was working on today.
No, I am not telling who.

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Where is my mind.

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And back our previously scheduled program.

I thought this may have been an ode to microsoft clipart and all the jagged edges everything had.

I then thought better of myself.

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An evening in the yard with the kids led to a photo experiment with RetroCam / Little Orange Box camera. 

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This was actually the shadow of my wineglass that I traced in my sketchbook because all I saw was an eye.

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Fiddle or the Drum?

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The Pout.

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Kind of Blue.

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Self-portrait.

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I called this one The King.
One of those things that just came out. Can't explain it.

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A long slow drive back and I am wiped, Hence the simple chalk on blackboard eye, lovingly modified with photoshop. I need sleep.

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Come on, its MAINE.
Although I didn't eat any lobsters, I did finance their execution.

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The barnacles at Thunder Hole in Acadia reminded me of all these little sleeping eyes that started opening when the tide came in.

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The beach at Wonder Land in Acadia National Park.

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Wandering around in some tidal pools at Acadia National Park.

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My mom had us set up with all kinds of crafts to do with the kids, and of course I had to work an eye in somewhere.

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I was told by some friends to look for the eyes on birch trees. Thanks for the tip.

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We spent the day canoeing and kayaking in the bird sanctuary that our house bordered. Although we may have disturbed some of their peace, the memories are priceless.

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A 9 hour drive to Maine turned into an 11 hour journey. All I really remembered that night was the speedometer staring at me.
So here goes the chronicle of my vacation, in eyes.

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What they don't tell you in the commercials is that stopping after four years of use is equivalent to going cold turkey from habitual heavy duty pharmaceuticals.

On another note, I will have limited computer access over the course of the next week. Although I may not get to post every day, I will still be creating. Posts will be caught up when I return to the land of high-speed access.

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Change isn't always a bad thing.

For Suzi.

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los ojos v2.0
Kept drawing this over and over, wanting to keep it real loose. I enjoy the idea, but need to keep working on the execution.

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Quick and Dirty 210.

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My friend constantly amazes me by turning the most simple of moments into beautifully poetic tales, and I am always left yearning to live directly in them. This whippoorwill is no testament to his skill with words, but rather a token of desire spurned by one of those late night, beer laden nocturnes that I have become so enraptured with.
Thank you for enriching my life with every conversation.
Happy Birthday A.