Besides seeing many films, I spent some time exploring Brookings, Oregon. I had already done a sketch of the boats crowded in the Chetco Harbor and then noticed this sweet fishing skiff dry docked next door. There was also a loud beeping sound from a blue rolling lift which was moving another boat to another spot on the dry dock. Since the move was in progress, I didn’t focus on that aspect of the ship yard activity.
There was a single man working on the under belly of his boat, removing barnacles, or resurfacing the hull. There must have been some problem because he spent much of his time on the phone gesturing and complaining.
The light weight collapsible camping seat I purchased for my Europe trip worked really well for this sketch. My butt is close to the ground, but that has an advantage in that I can lay all my art supplies on the ground and easily reach them. That is another reason I decided to do this second sketch, since setting up my supplies was a breeze. With this new set up I suspect I will be doing more sketches each day.
There was a public bathroom to my left. I noticed a man stepping over an obstruction with annoyance. It wasn’t until later when I left that I noticed that the obstruction was a man sleeping on the sidewalk with a bicycle lying next to him. For a moment I wondered if he was dead, but then I noticed his breathing. There were quite a few tent encampments on the outskirts of town. It seems some people want the felling of living in the wilderness while having stores a short walking distance away.
While I was doing this sketch a car full of high school teens roared past and shouted out the window in my general direction, “You are a freak!” Well finally someone is taking note. He is right, I take it as a badge of honor.