Ink, markers and watercolor on Moleskine notebook. 26 April, 2012. South Portland, Maine.
Had an appointment to have my car serviced at the local Subaru dealer and their WiFi never works for me, so I brought my sketchbook and pens. Wish I’d brought my earplugs, too, because two 60-year-oldish ladies were dominating the waiting area with their blather and natter. I barely contained my eyeballs from rolling back in their sockets several juicy times and inadvertently let an exasperated sigh when one of the ladies asked her friend where
Daytona Beach was. (Really.)
The natter and the wait might have been boring as hell, but I found the duct work
in the showroom fascinating.