ICE AGE 3.0
Some old pencil sketches from a 10 year old sketchbook. Winter in Central New York can be brutal but it also has a an undeniable beauty to it.
While out for my morning walk it soon became apparent that I was in a War Zone. From the hills surrounding the valley in which my small town is located came the constant sounds of gun fire. Deer season has returned. Having been in the Marines my initial thoughts are to find cover. Then again I grew up here and knowing that this is the time of year when the fearless Hunters set forth to defeat the blood thirsty and ferocious Deer populating the woods near my home I simply continued on my journey. Let’s just hope that the Deer aren’t better prepared this year.