Hello everyone. Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch and well, I'm sure you know what a hassle it can be commuting from a bird farm to the Intra-WEB, especially when you can't seem to the www to make on off ramp to one's bunkhouse. How have you all been? It's good to imagine seeing you all. Well, lets get started. Here's the first real piece of art I've made in the last seven months. It was a long time coming, but I kinda dig it. The lighting is a bit forced and, if you're reading this Russell, the proportions on the character are fuct, these I know. When looking at it with only air rather than pixels as one's main barrier, the colors are much quieter. It was a fun exercise with charcoal and pastels on left over drywall from the bunkhouse. I think I'm going to be playing with clouds and skys quite a bit with these. They play well together and seem to like one another. What I'm truly tickled with is making my first frame with barn wood. We've got tons of this stuff down here and so far I've used it for this frame, shelves in my house and I built kitchen friggin cabinets with it. It's killer. Anyways, here's the early charcoal drawing with a light splash of watered down acrylic paint and the resulting waste of perfectly good left over drywall. Enjoy...

Oh, and here's a sunset from a few nights ago. Enjoy...

Here's a hack 'n slash panoramic of the view from beyond the great bluff that sits above our humble farm. It's almost silly. Enjoy...

So here's a few pics of those that I'm living with down here at the Double Rock Ranch. The first is Craig. We were out catching a couple hundred birds, when on of them decided it was time to fight back. The pheasant's target? Brother's face. Withing twenty minutes, he was hit twice by the winged rage of our long feathered fiend. Craig had a good amount of blood emancipated from his face so I clicked a quick pic with my handy dandy cellular phone. Craig's soul is very rarely ever captured in film so I wanted to do something special with this one. To that say he enjoys an occasional zombie film is to say that American's are a little big boned. For his birthday, I decided to kill him, bring him back hungering for human flesh and give him one frame from the movie.



Here we have Brandon Benson. The King Cock of the DRR. One night we were out of the porch, I with my sketch book and whiskey, Brandon with his rum and a desire to express his artist prowess. He drew for me the dairy farm where he was born and raised. Once I saw it, I knew that I would use it somehow. Below you will find an image that contains where he's from, what he's created (the Double Rocks on the left and the pheasant on the right is the logo I created for Double Rock Pheasants) his warm weather t-shirt stylings and, yes ladies, the Superman panties that only a very confident and slightly kinky man could wear. Enjoy...

Hello all and welcome to (drum roll please) "Doodles that Tim did while he was stuck in 4' of snow in Spokane!" The first pics are shots off of my buddy Sam Foley's front porch. The entire friggin town looked like this.


Sam's birthday is December 25th and I didn't buy him a damn thing. The first night I was at his place, he talked about playing cribbage with his family during Christmas and how he wished he had a board. Your humble narrator, still quite light of pocket, decided I'd make him a board. Here is the photographic proof of the results.

And finally what you all came here for, wasted paper. Fortunately, I liked a few and here they are.

Sam and Brook are getting married soon so I thumbed through a few of her bridal catalogs. I thought I would be kill for all the fabrics and body lines, but almost all the girls have the same "hand on the hips looking to the distance" thing going on. Oh well, whaddayado?