Illo Friday: Swim

Japanese pearl divers for this week's challenge.

Watercolor Flowerbed

A sketch from last week. I know it's not spring in a lot of places yet, but it is here. There's even wisteria blooming out by this flowerbed.

Sketching with Mr. Flynn

The top one came about while watching some Errol Flynn movie, and the bottom one was the shifty little sidekick, or would have been if they had thought to put her in the escaping-the-dungeon scene. She's wicked quiet, even in wooden shoes.

Super Color Read

Rodeo Jenny

As you can see by the date, I made this a while back but forgot to post it. A cousin of my husband's has been in Texas for almost a year and a half now, and since she was away from her family for the big day, and one of the only really-est, truly-est cowgirls I know, I thought she could use some big-hair, 10-gallon, bare-back (decorative saddles don't count), trick-pony-riding birthday glory!

And...after I was done I realized I'd spelled her name wrong. Yep. Clever.

As Seen at HEB

Saw both of these ladies near the checkout at two different HEB stores this last week. I covet the second lady's hair.

Pablo & the Llamas

They had always enjoyed a good practical joke, and sneaking up, then collectively shouting "PUMA IN THE HERD!" was a source of hilarity which never grew old.

Seen at Walmart

I saw these two while picking up some things today, and especially liked the old man with the striped shirt, striped ball, on the off-handedly striped bench with the grumpy expression. The scowl was probably to ward off anyone from supposing he was buying the ball for himself. I know I'm always tempted to buy them every summer.

Dogs I Have Known

Some days after school, I used to climb up on an old rusty bar next to our back fence and eat oranges with my dog, Rosie. It was the perfect place to sit since no one could see me from the back door because the bar was up in the orange tree branches. After an orange or two, Rosie and I would take a constitutional around the backyard, I would give her a pat on the head, and then go inside and do my homework.

Good ole Rosie.

Johnny Appleseed

Who really was John Chapman, (1774-1845). According to the Wikipedia article on him, he was not a random propagator of apple trees, throwing handfuls of seeds about while wandering the country, but a nurseryman growing tree plots from seed for a living. He did apparently wear a mush-pot on his head, but well, sometimes one draws a mush-pot and it may or may not look like a fedora. Design of said mush-pot seems to be a cross of Scotty Small's fishing cap from The Sandlot, and well, a fedora. I suppose it all depends on who you deem has the most authority on 19th century mush pots.