Don’t worry, this sleeping lion is not a dead lion. The flies do love his nose. Do you know anyone who sleeps like that – with his tongue sticking out, slightly to the left?
Unfortunately, I have not been on a real African Safari. I have not walked in the reeds in Tsavo. I have been to Lion Country Safari though. When you are a dad, that counts. That is the beauty of zoos. When they are run well (and well funded) they are awesome. How else can you let a two-year-old get close to the king of growly cats?
The top shot is from Wild Adventures in Valdosta. If you are a parent. Make a zoo pass your yearly gift to yourself. You can show books (or my blogs) but there is nothing like being able to observe the real deal.
Wildlife Wednesdays will be taking a short break. There may be an occasional post in the next 99 days, but, for the most part, we will be posting a series I call “Dotcom Dad.” I will openly post what i am learning as I study internet marketing. If you have any tips or questions, please share them below. Do you think I should carry on with Wildlife Wednesday? Do you have any contributions for the feature? If so, send them and I will save them for the fall. Thanks for reading.
Today, I include for you, drawings from the Warner Southern College days. These were simple cartoons which I drew for the Royal Courier (I think that was the name). It was a part of my journalism class. I wanted to learn how to write. My assignments were ALL cartoons. Hmm.
So, I figured that I should post cartoons on my blog so that I can have the best of both worlds. I do appreciate the deadlines though. These toons made me sit and “Do” things with the threat of a bad grade… or, possibly, public shaming in front of my classmates. Like Tim, Susan, Michelle, and the gang.
This was also my first time that I forced myself to draw the product from start to finish with ink. I normally pencil something to completion, then trace with pen. I had no idea how useful that skill would have been. As a matter of fact, I am committed to three ink drawings tonight for a beautiful 7-year-old princess. More koalas, I’m sure.
That’s how it started, you know. In junior high, my friend Alice loved cats. I challenged myself to draw a cat. I never had a successful one until years later, but I did a fairly awesome gum sculpture of one.
Yes, I have been known to sculpt a thing or two from gum. I do not think you care to see pictures of them, do you? Well, if my arm is twisted enough, I may twist and pinch some Bazooka into a cat for the camera.