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flannelman61
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Name: Jeremy
Gender: Male
Interests: Archery - Hunting - Fishing - Wakeboarding - Drawing - Painting - Reading - Remodeling - Camping - Cutting fire wood
Expertise: Art
Occupation: Newspaper page design/illustra
Industry: Print media
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Member Since:
7/31/2006
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| Okay, so I know I haven't been on xanga in forever (Sorry). I figure I might as well include a link to reach me at because I didn't fall off the end of the earth. Yes, it is a myspace page (sorry xangans). Basically everyone who I know from the past is using something myspace so I had to reluctantly make the switch. http://www.myspace.com/flannelman61 I have a few new blogs on there (well ... new to you guys) and I have photos up of mainly me and my brother. From this guy, Jeremy | | |
| Okay, so I know I haven't been on xanga in forever (Sorry). I figure I might as well include a link to reach me at because I didn't fall off the end of the earth. Yes, it is a myspace page (sorry xangans). Basically everyone who I know from the past is using something myspace so I had to reluctantly make the switch. http://www.myspace.com/flannelman61 I have a few new blogs on there (well ... new to you guys) and I have photos up of mainly me and my brother. From this guy, Jeremy | | |
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I just got my digital up and running so now I can start putting some work on here. Vine charcoal gesture drawing early in my college experience. My favorite subject is the figure because it's the hardest to pull off. Everyone has engrained in their memory what a person looks like whether they know that or not. In drawing anything else there are a lot of gray areas in what you can fudge and get away with. The back is my favorite part for some reason so I do have a lot of torso back studies. Using josephiney's language 'there will be nudity soon so here's your warning.' I guess I really don't care if someone thinks it's distasteful. That's just being ignorant to the subject of the human race (that's my rant). Enjoy as more will follow at some point. | | |
| His footprint embedded through the woods along the river. Staggering to keep up, he imprints upon the larger memory briefly sealed in the mud before him. The smaller must be young, experiencing the world at his mothers experienced pace. In harmony to their pace, a distinct earthy scent of walnuts brought forward by the approaching fall tickles the nose. I am looking, plotting, scaning and finally find these tracks I am rambling about. It's been just shy of a year since I have been here last. Maybe the memories I have left here in years past have been pondered by another too. If you haven't already noticed (as I don't know how you would ...) I am talking about my recent hike at a favorite farm. Hunting to me isn't about taking game. It's about things as simple as finding a whitetail yearling track set inside his mom's track, easily three to four times his size. They have been through here recently as it rained the night before having washed all earlier evidence away. They left the corn field they spent feeding the dark hours of the morning now to the south of me in a direction towards their favorite fall bedding thicket nustled next to the river. I enjoy hunting because I can truely see beautiful (yes the burly flannel wearing guy said beautiful) things and how they are meant to be. So to the people that take offense to hunting and call me a killer I ask you when the last time it was you stopped and thought of life without you. It's not a humans role to decide what is right and wrong. God imagined a system where everything provides for the next and can co-exist. Not envisioning an atmosphere where everything adapts to people. I can't wait till next weekend on opening day when I can see first hand that yearling awkwardly following his mom in the woods. Now that I know where they'll be of course. Seeing my imagination come to life in the color of the woods. | | |
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