20 1/4 x 27 1/4”
Watercolor on Saunders Waterford paper
One of the things I miss most about my years at Prudhoe Bay, even after all this time, is the way men are when they are with other men -- the fish stories, the bragging rights, the quiet nods of support when they all agree. The ribbing and joking and water gun ambushes...I could go on all day.
It’s hard to catch American men just being men. They don’t spend hot, lazy afternoons sitting outside the local gathering spot playing checkers or swapping stories like men do in, oh, say, Italy, so when I saw these three old friends holding forth about the problems of the world, I had to grab the moment and share it. Friendship like this takes time.
