Giant wood man and his blue pet.
Yah, it’s the Trees of Mystery. If you haven’t been here, then you’re missing out on tourists at their best. People like the guy who was standing underneath Babe looking up in awe at the Atlas sized globes hanging from the Ox’s nether regions, who simply stated “Now those are some blue balls”.
Kissing Rock on the south end of Gold Beach
My childhood home was just down the street from this monolith called Kissing Rock. I specifically remember my dad going down to the beach below the rock and loading up sand in his pickup for our sandbox. Did I say sandbox? How about sand Monster Truck Tire. That’s correct my sandbox was a giant yellow tire probably about 6 feet in diameter, from a front end loader, full of fresh beach sand. Best of times.
Twin Peaks looking out over East Bay
I spent a couple hours up on the tallest point in San Francisco completely enamoured by the view. I think I did 8 or so sketches trying to capture some of the complexity of the scene below without losing the image to a mess of lines. This was spectacular afternoon.
Golden Gate almost immersed in fog
Today I drove up Highway One hoping to repeat the weather I had in San Francisco this weekend. The obscured upper regions of the Golden Gate Bridge were a sign of the weather to come.
Impromptu Elk
This scene was from Friday. I was driving south towards Eureka and had seen a number of signs warning of Elk Crossing. I couldn’t have gotten any luckier when I passed by a herd of maybe 50 elk grazing in a field that was separated by a road. Since I was one of the first cars to show up, I had had a prime viewing spot for this sketch and really was thankful for such an incredible scene. Maybe when I drive back up to Washington I’ll run across a herd of Rainier Beer Bottles. RAAIINNNIEERRR BEEERRRRR!
Not a trace of man
Elk
Airstream Husks
Where old Airstreams go to oxidize.
