Hello people.

I am pleased to report that my 1970 sketchbook has been found and is unscathed by mice.  Today I’m sharing Grandma’s ducks – those white ones with crinkly red wattles on their faces.

In 1970, I was aged 15. These are nearly my favourite images from the sketchbook because they invoke such a wonderful memory.

1970 Grandma’s duck

As you can imagine, I was a bit horrified to find that – sometime later – I have gone over my sketches with a red ballpoint pen!!!   OMG.

1970 Grandma’s ducks

When I was younger, Grandma had these ducks in her backyard – lots of them – and it stunk of muddy water and duck shit. One had to navigate along the duck yard fence to get to the outhouse right down the back. Grandma sold the eggs and probably eating ducks, too.

1970 Grandma’s duck

I drew these from life, obviously bearing the stink okay. Also obvious is the fact that I had better synapses between my eye, brain and hand at 15 than I do at 61.

I hope you enjoyed seeing these, as I intend giving you a page each week.

Have a good day.  🙂