Author: Todd Long

Sunday in the Great Smoky Mountains started brilliantly with warm edges of fluid sunshine knifing calmly through the leafless canopy; heating patches of forest

Here is a quicksketch that seemed to go with a nugget of foresight received today via fortune cookie that reads: Happiness comes not to

The plan seemed simple enough: leave early Saturday before dawnlight could spill into the dark-stained sky, crunch loose gravel beneath the coche’s balding tires

Fly fishing the big waters has become tedious of late. I have lost the battle of will in casting the huge and heavy bass

sketched whilst imbibing “Honest Injun Stout”. Very delicate process, often some drinkard sees the sketchpad and demands a portrait immediately. Depending upon my average

Some woodland pics from a few weeks back – and am I ever gathering a collection of them, dang the 256 mb compact flash

An actual Mexican adventure story would be great, but I suppose a quick sketch will do. I really don’t have Jimmy Buffet-style-crisis-moments very often;

It seems frum tha genral reactshun of folks round tha workplace that thars a perplexin fascinashun with tha large scale emergence of tha 17-year

Well I wuz informed by Mr. Seibold yesterday that he found the diction contained in the hillbilly phonetic blog to weigh a bit on

Well to get on with thangs a bit proper I studied fer awhile on tha prospects uv makin’ an honest shot at the presidency