made, not finished… with good reason (sort of).
Laaaast summer when I went back home to California I spent an afternoon in the Capistrano Mission sketching some of its adobe architecture. Meticulous as I am, I couldn’t finish before I started getting a sunburn so had to take a picture for a later sitting in front of the computer screen instead of in the sunshine. Not long after uploading the image to my laptop, the damn thing jumped off of my desk and took my harddrive with it. Unfortunately, I lost everything I didn’t back up… which included most things, especially my model to finish this sketch.
Last week when I went back to California, I went back to the Mission and rectified the situation so (maybe) I can do just that.
I’ve been pretty unmotivated in the everything-department lately, but now that I’m fresh from the Western air I plan on getting back-on-track with my doodles!
… and maybe some other stuff, too.
made one on top of the other
As it turns out, this craft spawned a dream-come-true and is highly thanks to my mom for having two pristine jigsaw puzzles to work with back home in California.
made aboard the legendary Queen Mary
There are many sites to see in Southern California and in my childhood the Queen Mary ship was never one I frequented. In my mind I had linked rumors of its haunted decks with slumber party fears of Bloody Mary to equal a firm decision in not wanting to go.
But that was then, this is now, of course, and as it stands, I’d pretty much love to be a Ghostbuster these days.
Conveniently, a Ghosts and Legends tour is provided that is not suitable for children under the age of 15. Though my own understandings of the paranormal lead me to believe that ghosts don’t haunt in 25 minute intervals, my brother did put it nicely: “more believable than Disney.”
Weirdly (or maybe not) the biggest chill I felt while aboard the ship was when I got a load of one of the gigantic propellers, lighted just below the surface of the water. I even had to walk out for a second and then return to fully view the scene.
Believing the ship was haunted after our tour was something I still wasn’t sure on – though events that occurred afterwards on my SoCal voyage would point me towards affirmative.
This picture helps too – I may have only captured white sunlight streaming in the windows, but it could also be spectres, phantom images of passengers or troops tied as tightly to the decks of the Queen Mary as she is the docks at Long Beach.
made on pensacola beach
made in the wilderness
What’s not pictured is the 6-inch blade I had strapped to my waist…
If there was a bow with arrows in the house I would have been on that too. Though my weapon only really came in handy when I stood atop a rock and pretended I was as awesome as Katniss Everdeen. None of my peers were after my blood in the woods.
Read the Hunger Games, too.