Coyotes continue to try and snatch our old dog Peaches. I was standing at the kitchen sink yesterday when a mangy blur caught my eye out in the yard. Saw a lean and mean coyote cut between our crumbling adobe wall and my Ranger (which meant he was brazenly sweeping right up to our front door). Did my patented, "Hey! Hey! HEY!" which, of course, always does the trick. Ha.
Went home for lunch and whipped out a sweet page of Mexico scenes (yes, still trying to capture the Jeff Kidder gunfight vibe). It's actually two different efforts, as I noodled in the backgrounds and the vaquero in smoke at bottom right, on Saturday, then came back to this page today and whipped out the rest. And by "whipped" I mean that I worked very fast and had intentions of adding much more detail, but I had to get back to the office so I capped it much sooner than I would have preferred:
Note to self: do more of this!
While I've never been a fan of his artwork, Gary Trudeau is one of the best and brightest humor writers of our generation. Case in point:
Man, does that nail it, or what? Gee, I wonder what ol' Sam has to say about most of us not getting paid for our efforts online?
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money."
—Samuel Johnson (almost two centuries before the internet)