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Day 6

Published December 31, 2020 by centaur
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Tony Francis at Meteor Crater Tony Francis at Meteor Crater. Sure was windy that day. Oddly, this is one of the best pictures I have taken of my dad. Guess I enjoyed spending time with him more than taking photos! Drawing every day. -the Centaur

Day 5

Published December 31, 2020 by centaur
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Uncle Boo, Hand Sketch Ran out of time unpacking and organizing my library, so no digital sketch today. All I had time to do was a hand sketch of Uncle Boo, which I took on in hopes that I'd do better than the digital one (or at least figure out where I went wrong). Other than imagining connections instead of seeing and drawing them, the number one thing I walked away with was, man, I need to find and unpack my art supplies. Though the resemblance to my dad is more striking in a drawing ... Closeup of Dad at Meteor Crater. Perhaps I've found my next drawing subject ... Still, drawing every day. -the Centaur  

Bleak

Published December 29, 2020 by centaur
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a bleak winter day Well, today I found out one of my dearest relatives, Uncle Boo, my dad's Mini-Me, so close to him that they took each other's driver's license pictures as a joke - though I could always tell them apart - just died of coronavirus at the age of 90. He hadn't been doing well and this was the final cruel blow.
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/greenvilleonline/obituary.aspx?n=james-francis-boo&pid=197376995 His pride and joy was his family, and when not spending time with them, he was an avid golfer and sports enthusiast. Boo loved people and never met a stranger. Quick-witted and beloved by many, there was always a story ready to be told. He was a generous, kind-hearted man, and will be dearly missed by his family and all who knew him.
Boo always had stories to tell - some about my dad which made my hair stand on end! I'll always remember the calming presence he had after my dad's funeral, sitting at our breakfast table at the chair Dad always sat at, telling us stories of the Francis family of long ago. We'll miss you, Boo. I don't even have any good pictures of him. Thanks, 2020. -the Centaur Pictured: a bleak view out our window, all the leaves fallen.