Monday, July 26, 2010

New Moleskine (again again)

This new moleskine had a cool start, as I spent a portion of last week in the guesthouse at the Stonewall Valley Ranch in the Texas Hill Country near Stonewall, naturally. Linda's sister Ann put us up, and her other sister Amy came along. We got to visit with Linda's cute and high-octane nephew Tegue (Ann's son), who finally wiped me out by the third day. But we had a lot of fun, and I even did a few sketches, too.

The table at Auslander, a German restaurant in nearby Fredericksburg.
table at auslander restaurant fredericksburg

Part of the front of the guest house:
stonewall valley ranch guest house

Linda's and my room at the guest house:
"god bless america" room stonewall valley ranch


For a minute there I thought I might try a watercolor notebook as my new everyday sketch journal. I use them all the time for "special" sketches, but I thought it would be interesting to always have one with me. Mistake. Because I always keep it in my back pocket, and because it's hot here in Texas (and because that heat causes me to sweat), the notebook kept getting damp--not really damp, but the paper would get humid enough to affect the way my pens work. That and I never keep watercolors on me, so the whole idea of having special paper that I wasn't watercoloring in seemed superfluous.

The optometrist waiting room while Linda got her eyes checked out:
dba vision source optical waiting room

A car:

The Aurora Apartments

aurora apts san antonio, originally uploaded by paul heaston.

Th Aurora Apartments are a ~80-year-old apartment building on San Antonio's near north side, close to San Antonio College. It would be cool to live there.

chris turbuck on bogus paper

chris on bogus paper, originally uploaded by paul heaston.

Yup, that's him. Not quite as strong as the self-portrait, but Chris is 2000 miles away, so what do you expect?

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Last Page Again

This last moleskine was a bear to get through, and took a lot longer to fill than it should have. But, hey, it's done; no looking back. On to the next one.

The last page:
formula 409