Shell Sketching

I hate vacations. Ever since I was a teenager vacations have been a rush of activities sandwiched between long bouts of driving. I usually had work to do during the vacation, or the kids needed (unwanted) chaperoning. Whenever I was asked what I wanted to do for Father’s Day, or my birthday, I would say “nothing”. I never got my wish. Yes… my middle name is “curmudgeon”. Nevertheless, I spent the entire month of February in Florida. I just needed warmth and a change. Since my wife had just died and my kids were grown I was able to indulge in my own form of doing nothing. That is, I sat inside and sketched miscellaneous things in the apartment. Now for most people Florida in the winter means lying in the sun by the pool. Unfortunately, I don’t tan, I burn. I’m a blue eyed blond (with great legs!). Or rather, I’m a pasty faced, four-eyed nerd, Johnny Winter look-alike. I went south to embrace the sunny warmth, but avo...