It may have been the sun. It may have been the drink. It may have just been my imagination, working in it’s own mysterious ways.
A Frenchie named Olivier saw me drawing and asked me to make him something.
I signed it and soon the drawing will travel back to France.
Later:
This warm Portland summer continues. The river calls, your friends fill the patios, my bikes sit lonely with their engines cold. It takes a lot these days to turn my head and keep on drawing.
-LW
