I'm not sure how much of a fad it continues to be, but I am dabbling in adult coloring books. I think I first saw some reference to the past time about two years ago. I know I was living in Louisana. I got a small set of colored pencils and my first book of the Impressionist Masters. The challenge is to make your coloring of a cartoon version of an old master, your own.
I learned from my painter friends that you really want to limit your color choices (your Pallet). Selecting some basic colors that you can vary in intensity by your application. I have a device that I can use to rub the colors to press them into the paper and get more coverage. I can use it to shade edges to give the piece dimension. I found the rubbing the colors on with the side of the pencil point works better than holding it as you would if you were writing or printing. I discovered that you have to exercise a modicum of patience and that you can learn things as you go.
I don't color every day. Most of the time, I use it when I need to relax. It helps get other stuff out of mind and gives some satisfaction of creating something.
Ah! The sun shines bright.
March! I'm told that March in Wisconsin has the biggest change in the average temperature of any month of the year. You know. In like a lion, out like a lamb. With the mild winter we're having, one is tempted to think we might be getting the shorts out of storage a bit early this year.
I told my wife that I was positive I could assure everyone of a major snowstorm if I got my golf clubs out of the garage, started to clean them and maybe take a couple of them in for new grips. But that just some of that Wisconsin weather pessimism that we inflict on ourselves constantly. If we have unseasonably good weather, we think that somewhere down the line we're going to pay for it. It's silly of course, but it does make good Lake Wobegon-type dialogue.
As I write the warm weather and the rain we got last night eliminated the little snow cover we had. Today the wind is drying the ground, and I'm sure, pushing any remaining ice off of Lake Winnebago.
My Louisana buddy called me yesterday and, with tongue-in-cheek, invited me to attend an LSU baseball game. Long time readers will remember I did just that last year about this time. While this idea is tempting, I think not. While SEC college baseball is at a very high level, I don't think I can afford the travel expenses. I do remember sitting in the covered seating while a misty rain floated through the area and a very entertaining baseball game was played. It was not a bad scene for February.
I am Poppa Jeff. I live at Camp Jeff. I bid you Adios from the expanding shores of Lake Maria.
I learned from my painter friends that you really want to limit your color choices (your Pallet). Selecting some basic colors that you can vary in intensity by your application. I have a device that I can use to rub the colors to press them into the paper and get more coverage. I can use it to shade edges to give the piece dimension. I found the rubbing the colors on with the side of the pencil point works better than holding it as you would if you were writing or printing. I discovered that you have to exercise a modicum of patience and that you can learn things as you go.
I don't color every day. Most of the time, I use it when I need to relax. It helps get other stuff out of mind and gives some satisfaction of creating something.
Ah! The sun shines bright.
March! I'm told that March in Wisconsin has the biggest change in the average temperature of any month of the year. You know. In like a lion, out like a lamb. With the mild winter we're having, one is tempted to think we might be getting the shorts out of storage a bit early this year.
I told my wife that I was positive I could assure everyone of a major snowstorm if I got my golf clubs out of the garage, started to clean them and maybe take a couple of them in for new grips. But that just some of that Wisconsin weather pessimism that we inflict on ourselves constantly. If we have unseasonably good weather, we think that somewhere down the line we're going to pay for it. It's silly of course, but it does make good Lake Wobegon-type dialogue.
As I write the warm weather and the rain we got last night eliminated the little snow cover we had. Today the wind is drying the ground, and I'm sure, pushing any remaining ice off of Lake Winnebago.
My Louisana buddy called me yesterday and, with tongue-in-cheek, invited me to attend an LSU baseball game. Long time readers will remember I did just that last year about this time. While this idea is tempting, I think not. While SEC college baseball is at a very high level, I don't think I can afford the travel expenses. I do remember sitting in the covered seating while a misty rain floated through the area and a very entertaining baseball game was played. It was not a bad scene for February.
I am Poppa Jeff. I live at Camp Jeff. I bid you Adios from the expanding shores of Lake Maria.
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