I drove downtown yesterday to sketch a street vendor, but when I discovered I was an hour early, I found a bench and started sketching the far side of the street.
Since I have lived here, off and on, since 1957, I can tell you these buildings are all basically the way they were then; but, what's in them, except for the one on the far end of the line-up, is not the same. Not even close.
I have lots of memories on this street, but perhaps one of the most interesting was a summer rain. I think it was in 1966. Home from college and out foolin' aroun' on a hot July day and down comes the rain. We never have Warm rain here in the high desert of eastern Washington - only cold. But on that day it was so warm I remember taking off my shirt, on that far sidewalk there that you see and simply Enjoying the downfall.
The building at the end of the sketch is across a street that runs at 90 degrees to the one you can see. That building used house a place simply called, "Leon's." It was there on New Years Eve, 1968, that, indirectly, I met up with the lady I have been married to for almost 40 years.
sketch, watercolor, ink.