”Real men don’t ask for directions, Bob. Just keep walking and pretend that you know where you are”
ORIGINAL AVAILABLE, also available, limited edition prints and notecards
I took this photo at Popham Beach, in Phippsburg, Maine. Some industrious beachgoers had planted huge 12 foot pieces of driftwood upright in a row above the tideline. I thought it would make a cool drawing, but as soon as I had the first piece of wood started, every crack turned into a mouth, every broken weathered branch a nose…and so a row of once upon a trees turned into a row of men, facing every direction. I added the caption because I am married to a wonderful man who is never lost, who wouldn’t dream of asking for directions, and who even when he doesn’t know where he is, behaves as if he does.
”Real men don’t ask for directions, Bob. Just keep walking and pretend that you know where you are”
ORIGINAL AVAILABLE, also available, limited edition prints and notecards
I took this photo at Popham Beach, in Phippsburg, Maine. Some industrious beachgoers had planted huge 12 foot pieces of driftwood upright in a row above the tideline. I thought it would make a cool drawing, but as soon as I had the first piece of wood started, every crack turned into a mouth, every broken weathered branch a nose…and so a row of once upon a trees turned into a row of men, facing every direction. I added the caption because I am married to a wonderful man who is never lost, who wouldn’t dream of asking for directions, and who even when he doesn’t know where he is, behaves as if he does.