and let God sort them out later.  Was that from a spaghetti western or a WWII flick?  I know it was a from a movie, or at least, I sure, sure hope that was from a movie.  Unfortunately, in this day, it sounds just horribly like something that would happen in real life.

But that being said, I decided to draw notecards, good or bad, and sort them out later. I came to the realization that:

• I can’t draw very well at all with my hand still injured
• In the mood I’m in, I can’t tell whether any of them are any good or not.

I’ve been averaging a card a day, for a few days now.  Just fast and fun, without worrying much about them.

So here’s the first batch.

 

Then there’s this:

 

Then there’s that:

 

And bringing up the rear:

 

so, in another note, my friend and I drove out to the site of one of the fairs I signed up for.  We drove a long way, and in the cold, late winter the land looked depressing and isolated.  We saw some very big pawprints.  Bear maybe?  Cougar?

I’m sure in May, it will be much different.  I’m still worried about bears and cougars, though.