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.
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.