There once was a Roger
who lived in a trailer
in old Las Cruces in
’78 and outside his
trailer, as we can
see, was at least
half a truck, if the
sketchbook or the
artist can be
trusted.
One distinct memory is the crowing of roosters at every dawn…for a suburban boy this was a novel, if not welcome, awakening. These days, I might not mind it so much.
I kind of like the spaghetti swirl of leaves in the foreground tree and am also partial to the big roundish stone or whatever which has dented the ground.
Yes, another lovely tree from Louisville. You know, I think that is the last time I set foot in Louisville, though I have driven through it since. When visiting my kids’ cousins there we always went to a certain barbeque joint, Mark’s Feed Store on Shelbyville Road, which wasn’t too bad even though I don’t much like barbeque. You got your drinks in a fruit jar, which I suppose was evoke the atmosphere of being in some down-home hayseed roadhouse, which it isn’t at all…being part of chain in a solid middle-class neighborhood.
The wonderful tree! The various species provide shade, homes for critter and human alike…timber for a trillion and one useful or beautiful objects…fruit and nuts, syrups, medicine and spirits…they clean the very air and bind the soil- and all they ask of us in return is carbon dioxide and manure. I salute the tree!
I believe these trees were sketched during a March ’03
visit to Louisville, KY. Our kids might rate it is the worst Spring Break excursion ever— judging by the state of the trees, Spring had not sprung and we dragged them to a bunch of colleges for tours prior to our son’s high school graduation.
It just happens that a sketch book has a number of tree drawings. I made this one with a very fine-line Sharpie while sojourning in the mountains of North Carolina with the Bellwood Boys.