Buffalo Moon

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lunarI’d been looking through a bunch of historic photos and I decided to see what Winchester and Remington Arms Companies had for Advertising those bygone days of big game buffalo hunting. Nothing that I saw concentrated on the Buffalo. Looking at more photos showed enormous piles of buffalo skulls and deep piles of hides ready for market. There was a lot of waste for sure. These were amazing times with conflicting events. First airplane flights were being made while buffalo were still being indiscriminately harvested. America was surging forward and we all thought we’d never run out of Rubber Trees or Beaver skins or Buffalo? We’d seen photos of Buffalo herds so large that they eluded description. Run out of these things? Sure… Just like we’ll run out of clouds in the sky. It didn’t seem very likely. Ladies hats and Herons or Egrets… Surely we’d never run out of these vast natural resources. Redwood forests. moonbuffCarving homes out of the wood of a single giant. Keep the coal coming too. We’ll need to make more rails and power those trains that will bring our bounties home. Take it all and don’t put any back. Living off the land. The dust bowl. Take. Take. Take. 

There was and is a romance to hunting and fishing. The guy against the elements. Doing battle with the beast and bringing it home for dinner. Squirrels and Rabbits in West Virginia or Whitetail Deer or Black Bear. Opossum and Raccoon. We could never run out of all this stuff. Could we? Greasy luck to Whalers!

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Salmon in the Northwest and Alaska. Vast stores. Canneries. Thank goodness we learned how to grow Corn and really grow it well.  Oil bubbles right up out of the ground. How could you ever run out of that? Tuna Salad Sandwiches… Don’t have to worry about them right. All kinds of different brands right there in the grocery store. Even comes in seasoned pouches now.

I guess my bubble popped when I heard that there wasn’t a square inch on the surface of our earth that hasn’t been mapped and photographed now. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. There goes the romance of getting “off the grid.” Nothing is off the grid anymore. Every trail seemingly has an end. Things are not forever. Whether we fantasize that or not.

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This is also available as a Beach Towel… How ’bout that?

I will continue to dream of the good old days when Mother Earth was a Supermarket.
She still is – but the shelves need stocking again. Innocence lost…

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It is a station worth your time and worth your donation dollars too.

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Memorial Day was toasty in Tucson… I went out and drew myself a tree. A Mesquite Tree. Just drew for about an hour or so.

Arizona, Artwork, Beauchamp, Drawing, Illustration, Trees

Mesquite Tree

I brought out my Fountain Pen and started to draw. It is an interesting, gnarled, old texture that these trees take on with age. Bark strips peel off and follow the cross contour shape of the old tree. Back in the Eastern United States, Mesquite was always observed on Memorial Day. Back there it was wood chips that I’d soaked and then tossed on the fire before closing the lid of my Weber Charcoal Grill. Cooking a nice steak on a real hot fire with mesquite or hickory chips made for an awesome meal. Baked potatoes that were nicely browned would also pick up that great flavor.

While I was drawing, I saw something bounding down the road and then stopping. I swear this thing sure looked like a Grey Squirrel from the East? I had no idea what it really was. It sure looked like a Grey Squirrel with a less than optimal tail. Even up close it still looked like the squirrels from back East. Maybe one got hijacked here? It probably thinks pretty much the same as I do of the heat. 

So, I suppose in memory of those previously grilled holiday meals, I drew a mesquite that was still supporting itself. Somewhere, way off in the distance, mesquite smoke drifted into me that afternoon and it sure smelled real good. 

Today – Looking off toward the horizon this afternoon in every direction are my favorite clouds, the Cumulus. Will it storm? Who knows? Not me… Just the potential puts me in a good mood. Bring in on.

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With Memorial Day passed us… just a part of Summertime.

Go draw a tree.