We're having lunch with Hank today. Hank is our grand nephew. We've never met the youngster. I only know him through my pencil sketch done this morning over coffee. I used a reference photo, I downloaded off his Dad's FB page.
--I've yet to acquaint myself with his cousin Max with graphite, but maybe I'll get a good shot later with his peanut butter and jelly?
When I was growing up, everybody lived in the same town in the same neighborhood and got together all the time. Back "in the olden days," family life was tightly woven, a richly colored tapestry of diverse souls. After seven years separation and the loss of Hank's granddad, the stitches have come loose and the colors faded. This afternoon, we'll do some mending.
About those shoes....