Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The other night I was just doodling a sketch of the girls toasting marshmallows around the campsite, when the big empty spot at the bottom of the page felt like it needed something. It reminds me of the time I was staying at a house in Waterville NH. I was walking down the road from the house to the lake when I heard something rustling around in the bushes ahead of me. My first thought was that someone's dog was loose. Suddenly, a very big brown head popped out of the foliage. I took off running back up the hill at full speed, yelling, "It's a bear, it's a bear!" The poor bear took off just as quick in the opposite direction.