Sometimes being in DC (or anywhere on the East Coast, really), makes me miss my Western roots. Growing up in the Northwest and then spending many quality years in the beautiful Colorado Rockies makes me want to get in touch with my inner cowboy a little more these days. Forget that I am deathly allergic to horses (at least last time I checked about a decade ago), sometimes it’s just about being able to stand some place and see as far as your imagination allows you before the horizon wanes off the edge. So you might get more of the nostalgic West out of me in the near future!
Smoke-break Cowboy, in progress: approx. 15″x27″, pencil and charcoal on paper