Inktober the 31st.

Several days late and several dollars short. Too busy Halloween night to finish Inktober and then was feeling sickly for the last couple of days. So now here it is for your enjoyment. My 31st drawing for Inktober.

Inktober the 30th. Not all Birds.

Not all of them grow up to be beautiful swans. Some begin humble and a little ugly but become swift song birds.

Inktober 29th Almost the End.

Freehand ink drawing for October 29th. We've nearly reached the end of Inktober and already I look forward to Inktober 2017.

Inktober the 28th for the late Iain M. Banks.

What brings you to "The Last Party", located on the Equatorial 353, a giant derigible navigating the circumference of the planet inside the hollow tube struts of a worldwide bit of incomprehensible architecture and art left behind by a race long since sublimed into pure energy? Only a small hitch before our civilization ends as we know it.
And don't ask me why the main character has four arms. Read a book why don't you.

The Hydrogen Sonata by Iain M. Banks.

Inktober the 27th Coming to a Close.

Inktober the 27th is coming to a close. I was thinking about the long and winding road. When you turn a corner and are totally surprised by what you see before you.

Inktober the 26th.

Inktober the 26th. All at the edge of town.

Inktober the 25th

Inktober the 25th:
The presidential race continues to heat up.
Both candidates are stumping hard in Florida. Trump has resorted to throwing racist alligators at the former secretary of state. Little did he know, she's a master of Savate, repelling even racist cajun alligators.
How do I know those are racist alligators? All crocodilians are racist.