Vacation means you get to draw the Hulk in your sketchbook while the plane is landing into the Anchorage airport and no one can tell you, “Get back to painting panda bears.”
I know that doesn’t sound like much of a distinction but it meant a lot to me at the time.
(Disposable Bic pen and green Sharpie)
I’m in Alaska. My wife and I are taking a cruise with my parents, and right now we’re in the midst of a land tour. Today we passed through Wasilla and saw Sarah Palin’s old house. It’s a Lincoln-Loggy sort of place and not really the castle of frozen tears I was expecting.
Here’s an impromptu drawing of my mom, for which she will probably not be terribly grateful.
My mom is encouraged to remember that this was drawn in pen on a rattling motor-coach and that I was very tired.