As you may have guessed, we are doing a major feature on the mysterious journey of Billy the Kid's trigger finger. Yesterday I went home and whipped out this scratchboard to illustrate the article (the finger allegedly ended up in a mason jar):
It got the big thumbs down in today's design review. Too dark and oppressive. So I went home for lunch today and whipped out this version:
And, to illustrate the trigger finger in a mason jar I merely walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a jar out of the pantry, poured in some whiskey and dropped in a finger I had been saving from an altercation I had with our pool guy two weeks ago:
Took another angle for insurance:
Okay, so it's not a real finger, but what is it? And, to be historically correct, were Ball jars available in 1881?
"There is no satisfaction in hanging a man who does not object to it."
—George Bernard Shaw
