Campground still life

Campground still life

Okay, so it wasn’t really a still life, but it was the last can of Papago Brewing’s Orange Blossom beer that we had left on the camping trip. I felt like it needed capturing. on Jun 23, 2015 at 7:38am PDT Also on Relatively Average: The Whining Pig Vacation Infographic Feeling...
I only went out for a walk

I only went out for a walk

While camping, in addition to trying to get back to good old pen-and-pencil-on-paper illustration, I also brought along John Muir book to read. I can’t imagine a better place to read through his real-life adventures that in an area not too far from where he lived and explored. His book, compiled from his personal notes and journals, is full of quotes that really stuck with me. One of the more famous ones that’s making the rounds now is “The mountains are calling, and I must go,” typically overlaid a picturesque mountain shot, or some otherworldly beautiful location. Just do a Google image search with that phrase and see how many come up. At any rate, I thought I’d try to illustrate one of the other quotes that really stuck with me: “I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.” A photo posted by aaron thomason (@aaron_t) on Jun 21, 2015 at 3:03pm PDT By the way, those folks who do hand-lettering really know their stuff. My version turned out pretty lame, but considering I was using pen and a sketchbook while laying in a hammock, I guess its okay. It’s definitely going to take some more practice to get that skill where I would like it to be. Also on Relatively Average: Feeling patriotic Alien pods or harmless pine cone? Pabst Blue Ribbon can design...
Getting away from it all? Take it all with you

Getting away from it all? Take it all with you

Two weeks ago today I was pulling into the driveway of a tiny cabin in the little Bear Paw fishing village on Panguitch Lake in Utah. Escaping the 110° inferno of Phoenix, when dad and I arrived the local temperature was 70° and slightly overcast. There was a light, cool breeze. It was about as close to my ideal environment as I get during the course of the year. Except for those RVs. If you’ve been following along, lately I’ve had this kind of minimalist epiphany. Not that we really have that much stuff to begin with, but that’s been more of a financial implication than a deliberate decision. I like having big TVs and fun cars and more rooms in the house just as much as the next guy, but we just could never afford to go crazy with things. The house that mere months ago I was disparaging because it was too small and we’ve probably outgrown it The old car that I love but wouldn’t it be cooler if it was just a bit older and maybe be the original M5 version of the same model When do the new Apple MacBook Pros come out again because this one is starting to act a little wonky and it may just be time to upgrade anyway You get the gist. Now, however, after just a couple of months of getting a little bit more zen about things, I feel like I’m starting to look at stuff differently, like my attitude has caught up with my paycheck. Since we weren’t hoarders or shopaholics to begin with, it’s really just...
Soaking it up

Soaking it up

We spent our last day of our fishing trip much the way we spent the previous four: get up early, drive down to the lake, climb down the steep embankment to dads “lucky” fishing spot, fish for a couple of hours pulling in a total of one (mine, thankyouverymuch), before deciding to call it quits. The decision to bail was made easier by the fact that I developed a knot in my line that took me the better part of an hour to untangle, and that dad, who seems adverse to using sunscreen was beginning to burn. After a giant lunch consisting of most of the food left in the fridge that dad didn’t want to haul home, we decided to drive up to the ski resort town of Brian Head. I had managed to talk him into playing a round of disc golf while there, but the course was closed on Thursdays. While talking to one of the employees there about the course a couple of college coeds showed up who wanted to ride the ski lift (also closed) so we were brushed aside so he could flirt with them. We stopped for a couple of photo opps at Cedar Breaks National Monument before coming back to our home away from home, and began to plot our evening: dinner, then fish some more. Fortunately, neither one of us wanted to go back out in the sun with the high likelihood of not catching anything, so after an afternoon of reading and relaxing we spent the rest of the evening cooking dinner and feeding the chipmunks. After dinner, the Chipmunk...
Vacation Infographic

Vacation Infographic

Freshly back from a fishing/camping trip with my father, I decided to try to quantify the time graphically. And since infographics are the flavor of the month, what better way could there be to illustrate a week in the great outdoors?   Also on Relatively Average: Back to basics with Field Notes On being way off the grid Getting away from it all? Take it all with...