more Saturday journaling...

Waiting....

In a few weeks we'll be flying back to our homeland where snow is real. We've been in Georgia long enough that we've become acclimated to the climate. While I was thinking about the clothing we'll need to bring for the kids, I took time to sketch a little boy that is impatiently waiting for the snow to fall....

Realization...

Isn't it funny what things inspire you to draw. Lately I have been thinking a lot about power. My current responsibilities at work place considerable power within my hands, it's been my chore to figure out how to wield that power most effectively.

Brainfart.....

I haven't posted pictures for a while. I've been experiencing one of those phases where there just isn't a lot of joy doodling...and when there isn't joy, the stuff that comes out of the pencil isn't too appealing either. NONETHLESS, I've decided to post some of the little doodles I've tried. Maybe if I see these every time I log into the blog it will give me added desire to put something out that is more eye-friendly.

A splendid Saturday

Today was one of the good days. After getting up and playing with the kids a bit, I was off to get my haircut. I've posted previously about the barber shop that I go to. There is a single barber, pulled right out of Mayberry, who comes to work in a white shirt, a tie, slacks, and he takes his own sweet time cutting hair. There are 3 chairs, 2 are never used (from his partners that have both died already) and the old men in town line up more for the conversation than the haircut. There is nothing better than sitting, sketching and listening to the conversation. I did the sketch above while listening to a handful of angry southern men ranting about the drought, politics, how to use a computer, and women not knowing how to drive. It was blissful. I kept my head down while I sketched because I had a grin that was hard to wipe off my face.

A bit later we took the kids on a drive to future camping and fishing spots, went out to dinner, and came home to relax.

A great day.

Enjoying diversity...

I found this delightful photograph of a Hindu man and decided to do a little doodle. I loved the colorful turban. When painting the happy man, I thought a lot about religion, diversity, culture. Isn't it a sad commentary that we attack the things that we see as different...or even define our own beliefs based on what we see wrong in the beliefs of others...

I think Mohandas K. Gandhi deftly explained it best when he uttered:
"It is the duty of every cultured man or woman to read sympathetically the scriptures of the world. If we are to respect others' religions as we would have them respect our own, a friendly study of the world's religions is a sacred duty."

...and ne'er a word said she