Me and Smick
Three bags, step ladder, bucket hat and my trusty Cortez’s. After battling the heat, crossing mountains(hills) and sliding down the serpentine roads that stood in our way, we finally made it to the spot. Invited by the shade and cool breeze, we got started immediately.
In total, it took us 6 hours. That’s 6 hours too long, in my opinion, but we wanted to get it perfect. A nice little production with the fresh amigo, Smick. I painted a portrait of him as his “i” and I also painted a self portrait of myself on the left. A striking resemblance, I know.
Another successful production from this dynamic duo. A fantastically carnivorous dinner followed, to which we laughed ‘till our bellies were sore.
A sore index finger, I suppose I will have to start pointing with the next finger in line.