Yeah, I did it. I finished it. It took a long time. It was hard. Yeah, it was weeks ago. I was gonna do all this work-in-progress, on-the-spot reports as I was doing it, but of course I was too busy doing it. It almost killed me. Okay, that’s an exaggeration.
It looks like it did before only completely different.
We finally got our first snowstorm of the year.
Painting numbers on the windshields of old beaters at Krumland Auto Group.
I know, it’s better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I’ve poked myself in the eye with a sharp stick. This is better. Really.
Spring has come at last
turkey vultures gathering
party in the sky.
I’m practicing with my body paints for just in case I happen to somehow, somewhere, sometime find myself out in the desert with a bunch of naked women who want their bodies decorated. Hey, it could happen.