For this Independence Day, I selected a page from one of my sketchbooks.
Driving down a dusty road in the middle of nowhere, this battered mailbox adorned with an American Flag and a small bunch of wildflowers caught my eye.
I stopped and the homeowner came out with a pack of dogs. I made this quick sketch while he told me about another road he grew up on. “At night,” he said, “it was so dark the only way you knew you run off the road is when bushes started whacking you.”
It was a hardscrabble life for this old Florida native. While the dogs jumped all over me, he went on talking, “you had to hold your own back then.”
Happy Independence Day.