This is some old stuff I rediscovered and scanned. It's always fun finding old drawings you've forgotten about. Made me realize how much I miss getting messy with charcoals.
And a silly doodle.
Actually, while I'm at it, I did these sketches last year while visiting my father in Phoenix. We like to go on bike rides, sometimes with his posse of biker friends, sometimes it's just us two. One morning we woke up before the sun and got ready to ride wherever the wind takes us, just head north and keep going. Being the father that he is, he made me wear several layers of sweaters/jackets (including leathers), long underwear under jeans, boots, beanie, scarf, gloves, goggles, the works. I was grouchy because of it. But I was so grateful after about an hour of riding that I was wrapped up so well. It had to have been 45 degrees when we started out, and on the bike ascending in altitude I swear it could've been 30 degrees. But it was one of the best rides I've ever been on. I absorbed the changing scenery from flat desert to red rocky sharp rocky mountains to pine-layered hills to ghost-towns to working aged farms and hidden cabins. Anyway, these are a couple of the images I got down on paper when we got back to the house, bull-legged and wind-chapped.
