Boy, Sundays can sure drag.  As I wait for Monday, so I can resume my job search, the minutes pass by slowly.

I have but one piece of good paper left to do a drawing on.  So, it had better be good. So, here’s the story:

Last winter, I went for a walk with some friends in a bit of a wilderness area.  Took a picture of what I thought would make a good drawing. Looking at it again, I decided it would make a good piece of artwork..that is, if you’re Bob Ross.  Not to undermine anyone’s admiration of the man, he was a good soul, however, I’m not a big fan of his work.

Back to the story.  I decided to do a small sketch of the scene, to see if I could be excited about it enough to use my precious last sheet of paper.  Even after doing that, I was undecided as to whether I could come up with anything original from it.

So, I showed it to my friend Peggy.  She came up with the title for it, “Sunday’s Stream of Consciousness” Wow.  With a title like that, how could I decide to discard the idea?  Now, if only I could come up with a visual angle to live up to that elegant name.

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