a week behind.

Here's a few tattoos I worked on last week. 

I saw a day-after photo of jill's hand, 

and that big peacock color session gave her quite the swollen mitt.

I think we have one more color session on it, 

and then some blending it into the tattoos she has above it. 

But tattoos on the hand?

That's no joke. 

Matt came in and got a low-flying stingray. 

It's hitting some treetops, 

and it'll probably be a crash landing before long. 

Why a flying stingray?

I don't know kids. 

He didn't tell me, and this isn't a tattoo show. 

And I also got a few hours in on this woodpecker underarm tattoo. 

Sensitive skin galore. 

But try to ignore the swelling and redness, 

and there's some pretty cool leaves and a bird in there. 

I took off a few extra days since my sister came out to visit for a few days, 

but I'm back at it tomorrow. 

Kyle Mack is back. 

Another foot, 

another swollen mess. 

I'll have shitty photos to post, for sure. 

Cut off.

Meryl and I did it up right yesterday.

We started with pancakes at Seward Cafe,

took a drive to the St Croix River,

walked on an old railroad tracks path along the river,

went to an apple orchard,

stopped and got some pumpkins,

and took the long way home through Wisconsin

to check out some super nice foliage changing.

What could possibly make the day any better?

How about finally doing the long awaited,

best tattoo idea anyone has ever approached me with?

And done on one of my favorite people ever.

Katie's got a laugh that beats mine in every way possible.

She also has a penis she's not particularly into.

No kidding.

Extra baggage, if you will.

Leftovers from the move.

Eventually, it'll be reconstructed into a whole new deal,

but that might be a little while.

So until then, Katie wanted to hint at what's to come.

Foreshadowing foreskin, kids.

NSFW

Drifting into a beautiful October

It's been dropping in temperature this week, feeling exactly like October should.
Monday was a day of errands, a lot of which I did on my bike.
Above is a photo looking at MPLS from just north of the city on the Mississippi River.

I did more art at home than at work today.

There's a basket of autumn flowers in our house that reminded me of when we lived on the farm a few years ago. I used to do drawings of the flowers that were always in various stages of decay yet still in vases on the kitchen table. Autumn was the most beautiful there, with tons of pumpkins and mist in the morning and acres of trees changing color and bales of hay.
So tonight, with a 01 micron pen and computer paper, I drew these flowers while listening to a very seasonal selection of music dj'ed by my friend Julie on Olympia Free Radio that I pick up online most Tuesdays.


We had an old friend come out last weekend, we had a fire outside, and Meryl made some amazing cornbread.
In ten days my sister comes for a long weekend.
Visitors in this season are the best.

I've closed the windows.
I'm wearing heavier clothes.
I'm writing more letters.
I'm drinking more tea, but not any less Dr Pepper.