Doubtful anybody noticed, but I was offline for a little over a month, and now I'm re-established back in Arkansas. Nothing against Texas, but I had to feel the homeland under my feet again. I've missed the sky around here. Plus this is a small town - 27,000 or so - and it's what I grew up in. DFW metroplex was making me nervous, on a deep level.
All that being said, I have found that I was apparently somewhat adapted to the big city pressure and pace, and I'm actually having a little trouble slowing down, not blowing up when everybody you're in a line with knows and has to do some catching up with whatever clerk you're waiting to see. Everybody knows everybody. Eavesdropping? Forget that! If you heard something about somebody's business and you want to know more, just ask 'em. I found out, while I was getting the electricity turned on, from the fellow in line at the next window, that we're getting a new catfish restaurant, it's the second in a burgeoning chain, it's going in that building out on 49 where (?) used to be, they're gonna serve crawdads, the ladies working there in the PLWC office are scared of Mexican and Chinese restaurants, happy about the catfish, as was everyone. Before it was over, the whole room was in on that conversation.
It's more like Mayberry R.F.D. around here. Or Dog River(Corner Gas, a Canadian sitcom, very small-town-funny. Check it out on youtube, "Corner Corner.")
At first I was in storage (my stuff. Mom let me sleep at her place;-) with nothing much to do, fortunately, so I had time to explore a little bit, do some relishing.
Like how the blue sky and green of the trees set off the red-orange doors at the storage facility(the office building for which, has a conference room that doubles as the Hot Yoga studio). My little watercolor travel kit came in handy that day.
Came to a RR crossing where the 'arms' were down, lights flashing a bells dinging, even though the freight train (lots of those come through here) wasn't blocking the crossing I sat there anyway and pulled out my 3.5x5" sketchpad and ballpoint, and took a little time...
Last one below is of the footbridge across the ditch in front of Mom's house - the place I grew up. There's undoubtedly some dinosaurs and army men buried up under there.
I don't know if I'll put these pics on the art blog, as I'm thinking about closing it down, closing all my other bloggy stuff and just focus on this one, the original. It was meant to cover everything I've branched out to in other places anyway. If I do it all right here, maybe there'll be enough activity to...make it interesting again...