Friday, February 27, 2009

Late Night at the Bus Station

Nothing like sitting a the bus station with your son and his tickets for a cross state run to visit some girl in Seattle, and being entertained by the folk that drift through.
ink and prismacolor pencils in moleskine

1 comment:

  1. I love this image. Makes me wonder where they're headed and why they're going there. I can't stop looking at how you captured that dude's hand in his pocket. I imagine he's got a permanent line across the back of his hand from standing that way all the time.