Sketch 365 – by Scott Hulme

After two great weeks abroad (and one long travel day today), we’re back in California.  A quick scribble before bed.

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Went to the top of the highest mountain in Germany today.  While descending on a rickety old cable car, of course I couldn’t help but think of Richard Burton’s epic ride.  Thankfully mine didn’t include gruesome ice-axe injuries, or explosions and general death.  Thanks for not trying to kill me, fellow riders!

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This evening, a friend of mine introduced me to Cynar, a wacky Italian artichoke aperitif.  (He himself is a wacky Italian, so I suppose it makes sense.)  I imagine people must find it to be a pretty polarizing flavor, but I liked it.  Then again, I eat Vegemite.

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This thing hangs in the lobby of the hotel we’re at this week.  Not sure why it’s a skull instead of a full head.  I guess the global economic downturn has done a number on their taxidermy budget.

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Sitting at LAX this evening waiting for a flight.  Airports, I’ve found, are not so great for finding things to draw.  That’s how you end up with a sketch like this.

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Always a great show when Mike Viola and Bleu team up.  Thanks, gents!

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Just took my cousin to the airport for a visit to the motherland.  Best way to get there: Qantas A380.  What’s that you say?  You want to see the inside?  You got it.

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If your answer > $310, you didn’t go to Al Weiss.  Seriously gents, take some cash and cut some deals.  Those guys are great.

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Today, I drew a forward-looking trumpet.  You know, just because.

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P.S. Yes, horn enthusiasts, I realize these valves aren’t exactly accurate.  Hold your letters, please.

Finally got to welcome my cousin back to California today!  This guy rode shotgun on the 3000-mile U-Haul trek, and saw her through scorching deserts, blown tires, and (shudder) Graceland.  You’re a trooper, Bernie.

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