Inktober 2017: day thirty
Paragliders over Firle, South Downs, from the Ouse river near Lewes.
Inktober 2017: day twenty nine
Storm clouds gathering over the i360 in Brighton.
Sketched to the tune of Sunday morning Brighton Pier classics by 10cc and Sophie Ellis-Bexter
Inktober 2017: day twenty eight
Get your halloween hats and neon tutus at Buttons and bows at the Brighton Open Market!
Inktober 2017: day twenty seven
I’m sure there used to be coffee table under there somewhere.
Still life with special fried rice and ketchup
Inktober 2017 day twenty five
I can’t believe it’s still October-Inktober. This is getting really tough. After coming so far, I almost gave up today!
Here is a rare quiet lunchtime moment in the popular Book & bean cafe at the University of Brighton.
Inktober 2017 day twenty four
Back to the grindstone with hardware heavy meetings and jet lag.
Tell me this isn’t happening
Inktober 2017: day twenty two
Just a short sketching opportunity this morning before I fly back to the UK.
Excalibur from the Luxor pyramid
A peaceful Sunday morning at the Luxor tram stop
Inktober 2017: day twenty one
My lap of honour around Vegas starts at the Luxor.
I am alone in the pyramid lift and it is making a noise no lift should make. It shakes violent from side to side and the display says ‘EZ’. What does that mean? Is this part of the experience? I feel claustrophobic.
The display still says ‘EZ’. The doors start to rattle inwards and for the first time in my life, with force, I press the ‘save me’ bell. Nothing happens, but a second later the display says ’16…17′ etc. Soon the doors open and I leap out with enthusiasm.
Near check-in, The Luxor
To my dismay, when I head out, the only available lift is the bone shaker. I hold the doors until a big group of people join me. Their reaction to the shaking and grinding confirms this is NOT part of the experience.
Who can resist the MGM Grand Lion at sunset
I can confirm that women wear far more clothes in the real Paris
Halloween at the Harley Davison shop. Almost as terrifying as the lift at the Luxor.
Inktober 2017: Day nineteen
I’m at Horseshoe Bend, Arizona and it’s raining, which makes it feel like Symonds Yat in the UK.
Whilst I sketch, a Chinese woman asks my partner to take her picture. She gradually edges towards me, until eventually, she squats down right next to me, puts her arm around my shoulder, and grins for the camera. She doesn’t look at me, or talk to me. Now that never would have happened in the Forest of Dean.
Another trippy ink moment
Look no vertigo!
A quick stop at the Glen Canyon Dam. 15 feet shy of the Hoover dam.
Then just before Zion National Park, the Buffalo came.
Inktober 2017: day eighteen
Windows or Mac user? Who cares! Lower Antelope Canyon has wallpapers for both.
The canyon is as stunning as it appears in the now famous National Geographic cover photo. The tour moves fast, so I only had time for a some quick outlines, adding colour later in the dusty car park.
The sandstone canyon was sculpted by water and continues to be shaped by flash floods. Lower Antelope is around 45m at its deepest
Holes in the wall (left) and ropes, were used before the staircases were installed
The car park and Navajo coal-fired power plant
Sunset at Horseshoe bend, hopefully back tomorrow for technicolor
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