Shells

I woke up late today. I rolled onto my side and was shocked to see the time on my phone, especially because there was no discernible difference in light level from when I went to sleep. I put the phone on speaker and let the Mt. Baker snow report loop while I brushed my teeth. Even my dog was skeptical at the 18 in of reported snowfall. So without another thought we grabbed our guns and headed to the north fork for a bit of red necking. After a hundred rounds or so my ears were ringing and Maple was getting annoyed at all the racket, so we packed it up and headed home.

It's nice to live in a place where you can choose to shoot at busted up TVs and beer cans over a powder day, and not feel the least bit guilty.

Tigers

I painted a picture today. It only took me a few hours and I'm not totally satisfied with the outcome but, I did it. This is the second oil painting that I have ever done (the first is a bland landscape that the world will never see) and though I cant foresee this hanging in a gallery anywhere, the entire process was enjoyable. I realize more and more that to be a success at anything is to be productive. Produce art and you are an artist. Talk about producing art and you are just some guy that talks about stuff he never does. Not every painting, drawing, or piece of furniture is going to be a wonderful heirloom, but each piece can serve as a step or an exercise to something better. Every artist that I know and admire has boatloads of work that are painted over or set aside because they aren't quite right. Here's to the second of many more mediocre pieces that will hopefully lead to something great.