
Big guns.
Here are some new look illustrations for the Brother's Foot. Stay Tuned.
Roo droppings is a blog intended to replace my old tattered exercise books as a place to reflect on what is going on in my world. Some roo droppings about Ronda Eden.........I was born in 1956 in Adelaide, Australia the same year the Olympics were held in Melbourne of the same country and the same year my brother Richard died.

IT CAN BE DONE!!!!
Flambeau's back! Did two 25 milers back to back and completed in 6th place both days.Rush Creek hosts a great ride set in the rolling hills of Lisco, Nebraska. I love this ride! The people are super friendly and helpful and the trails are extremely well marked. As they say, "Stevie Wonder could find his way!
It's Sassy Sue and Ronnie Roo!
(Rode this one for Dad)
How's this for a great shot by Gary Eugen. Michael on Mystral (the blonde) and Amy on Ginger (the super mule) not having any fun at all! Click to enlarge.
Dandy Fella and yours truly on our way to completing the 55mile of the Big Horn 100. Lovely horse.Belongs to Dorothy Sue Phillips from Montana.

New art. It's difficult to get into my studio with the demands of the ranch and the sunshine peeking through the clouds beckoning me to 'ride ride ride'. But somehow I manage an hour or two in the afternoon sometimes producing and other times falling asleep at the easel. I have four new pieces that will possibly find their way into restaurants around town at the hands of my artist friend and publisher of the Northern Front, Terry Reid. The new style is actually a further extreme of the old emphasizing fast line, abstract color layering and humor giving rise to energy and gesture. Oh, and of there's always a horse of course of course!

Foot was his name....not an ordinary name and most of all not an ordinary rabbit. He had lots of friends with ordinary names. Fluffy, Carrot Top, Big Ears Ernie, Bunny O'Hare, and all the rest. But his best and dearest friends were his two extraordinary brothers.........
Foot-Foot and.......
Foot-Foot-Foot.
The three of them would play every rabbit game together.
FLOP!
SKIP!
and THUMP!
Their favorite place to play was a brier patch because that's where rabbits like to play. Thorns, stickers, nasty chiggers nothing bothered them because...........they were singers. Harmonies, melodies so many similarities...the notes rolled off there fuzzy whiskers like busy bees humming. And they would hold each other's lucky rabbit feet, and rub their floppy ears together....'round and 'round, and 'round and 'round, they would sing this happy song..........
One day something happened in the brier patch.Something no rabbit had experienced before. Three...count 'em...One, two, three hunters with the biggest guns a rabbit had ever seen! And raised three guns to make a gigantic sound.
But when they heard the rabbits sing their magic song those guns fell silently to the ground.
Then hand in paw, the rabbits and the hunters began to dance 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round singing................................There's............Chorus.
The rabbits with ordinary names. FLUFFY