Without further ado, the launch of a new segment:
The Daily Dribble
Second big storm soaked us good last night. Rain lasted until past midnite. Creek really ripping this morning. Heard it from the chicken coop (about 200 yards away). Took Peaches for a walk about 7:30 and went up Old Stage and down Rockaway Hills to the creek crossing north of us. Water running about ten yards wide across the cement apron and maybe a foot deep. Saw today's Arizona Republic, wrapped in blue plastic, resting about ten feet from the water line. The newspaper delivery person no doubt pulled up in the dark, made an executive decision: "I ain't crossing that," threw the paper out the truck window and turned around. Meanwhile, yesterday's paper churned in the current, wrapped in white plastic, submerged among the rocks (I will resist the obvious but tempting metaphor).
The third storm is supposed to hit tomorrow and according to the TV weather people, it's going to be the really big one. You couldn't tell it from the sky. Some scattered, low hanging clouds over Elephant Butte this morning, but otherwise, if I didn't know better, I would think the worst was over (I will resist the obvious economic metaphor), but we know because of computer and satellite generated data that the next storm is coming and it's even bigger.
Speaking of computer generated data, did you know that in the typical workplace coffee area where everyone is on scouts honor to put in money to pay for the service, the money actually put in goes up significantly when the image of a human eye is put up above the coffee machine? And it goes down when the image of flowers is put there?
See? Now that's some fine dribble, if I don't say so myself.
I Can't Believe I Drew It
Sometimes I go back through my sketchbooks and find stuff that stuns me. Why? Didn't seem that good at the time, but with the passage of a couple years (almost), I can see it with new eyes and, it's not too shabby.
Found the image of Wild Bill Hickok looming over his fellow Fort Hays fellows and will post it later.
“When you come to the edge of your reality as you presently know it, and step off into the darkness, faith is knowing that there will either be ground just below your feet or that you shall sprout wings and fly.”
—Old Vaquero Saying