For Suggie, Where Ever You Are

I miss Suggie. She was a great cat. She acted like a watchdog, stayed by my side always and even played fetch. Five years ago my family and I had to move from our house into an apartment so I had to give her up. I was severely depressed over this for a long time. I think I was shattered more because of losing her than having to leave my house. It was a falling down wreck anyway. I hope, if Sug is still around, that she is doing well and is happy. I miss ya' Sug. I'm sorry I had to let you go. I hope you forgave me.

A couple of old Polaroid photos from 2000.

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A Completely Made Up, Fantastical Biography of George David Darrow (1861-1925)

Born in the spring of 1861 in a modest East Anglian village on the wooded edges of Bury St. Edmunds, George David Darrow was the son of a gardener and a washerwoman. A solitary child, Darrow showed early signs of a vivid inner world, sketching woodland creatures and imagined spirits on sheets of whatever scrap paper he could find, much of which smelled of fish or meat that the paper had once wrapped. His youth was shaped by the rhythms of rural life and long hours exploring hedgerows, brooks, and ancient groves. Possessed of a quiet, observant nature and an innate gift for drawing, Darrow taught himself the principles of line and light by sketching the creatures and foliage around him. His Father, Henry Darrow, disapproved of his son’s obsession with woodlarking and hoped that his son would take up a respectable trade. As a young teenager, George was apprenticed to a local stone mason, but his tenure didn’t last the summer. George was found to be carving mysterious symbols into the lim...

Illustration Friday "Fat"

I did this one with colored pencil but wasn't real happy with it. I put a Photoshop filter on to liven it up some. I'll probably do it again so I can get it right.

David Baldinger - Cartoonist & Photographer

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