I started this drawing with no particular agenda except for one thing: I wanted to portray myself smiling.
It was late and I was beyond tired. It had been a long day that started early, saw lots of miles of highway pass through the windshield, and ended later than I would've liked.
But it was a good day. I might go so far as to say it was a great day. I had a nice visit with one of my closest friends, I accomplished some things around the house, we went to Emma's last game as a 6th grade cheerleader, had a great dinner with friends...the list seems to go on and on!
No, it wasn't the best day ever...not even close. But it's days like this that make life worth living. I'll take more like this one, please...
#360 October 15, 2011, Pen on vellum