FIRST, it’s not surf season along the Strait of Juan de Fuca. One must go coastal. Some friends of mine recently did; sharing an adventure that anyone who doesn’t live in the Pacific Northwest would consider the classic Pacific Northwest surf trip: Hiking with backpacks and surfboards, dropping down ropes (and climbing back up again) to possibly-never-surfed spots… exhausting.
OR, one could go to Westport, look for a parking spot, look for an empty wave.
OR, one could work. It is painting season, yes; but my wetsuit is dr-yyyy-yyy; and, yes, I’m thinking coastal. Coastal.
MEANWHILE, I did complete a new drawing; meant to be reversed, black-for-white. I don’t really know how this is going to work until I get to a print shop. SO, last night, sort of hoping to run into the guy (Jay) at the Sequim Office Depot, who has a handle on such things, I, instead, ran into a person who asked another employee how to do the reversal. She wasn’t sure, either; and the first two attempts saw the image reversed but the black staying black.
“No, I kind of meant…”
ON the next attempt, what had been black was now red. “Whoa! Didn’t know you could do that.” “I guess we can.”
On the next attempt, we (with my input and the other Depot person’s advice) got it right.
“OH, but, um, can you do other colors?” They looked it up. “Red, yellow, magenta, blue, some other color.” “One of each, please; full-sized; then a couple of eight and a half by elevens. Please.”
NOW, suddenly, I’m a little irritated with myself that I didn’t get some smaller, as in scannable on my printer, versions of the ones in color. Here’s the black-for-white version:
I did lose some detail here; I’m blaming my scanner. Now, imagine everything that is black as red, or blue, or… and now imagine you are, quite exhausted from the hiking, out of a beach with silvery-shiny-glassy-empty-near-perfect waves. And now imagine… whatever you want.
No, not being stuck in traffic.