Dave Deweese

I'm graceful like a cat, so things that inexplicably fall in my house are because of this playful kid ghost. His name is Jasper.

Haven't drawn for a minute, but this weather's got me thinking of warm skies and flying machines. Time to dust off pens and brushes.

I'm no spring chicken, and when someone tries to deny that gesture, it reminds me of a saying we older dudes have: "Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining."

I can't be the only one who made this association. (No disrespect to the Stooges intended.)

Not sure, though I'm more of a Bugs than a Mickey guy.

I've got a number of pilot friends and have flown from near Portage Des Sioux and over the bluffs. It's more of the same farmland as on the Missouri side, but pretty nevertheless.

My elementary-middle-high school campus was within view of those river bluffs. I spent many hours imagining what lay beyond them... Oz? Whatever it was, it was better than school.

My kid persona embarks on the Fool's Journey that is 2025. Happy New Year, BlueSky friends!

My dad was a mechanical engineer at Mac for years. He took us to an open house - maybe 1971 - and the F-15 really impressed me as a little kid.

This snow has me thinking of summer. Did this one for my friends after a past July, camping at Oshkosh.

You Bluesky artists are inspiring me to improve my game. This is the level of illustration that ends up in my journals.

Boosted nicely and ejected the engine - but the nosecone, body tube, and pylon also broke away and the wings did a Woodstock and fluttered back to earth. Like our old pal Wile E. Coyote I'm going back to the drawing board with this one.

Absolutely. Just got back into model rockets, and noticed that my inner dialogue has become less about imaginary arguments, and more about building, improving, and future projects.

Rush? Evidently you raised him on the classics: obviously good parenting.

Sensing a Moebius vibe with this one.

Sent a camera up to get video, sent a skeleton up as a test pilot because, hey: he can't get much deader.

She's beautiful - you've earned a follower. I aspire to your technical expertise, in the meantime, here's one I attempted: why can't a mermaid be like a flying fish?

A lover of Irish folk tunes once explained to me: In Country, your girlfriend leaves you. In Bluegrass, your girlfriend dies. In Irish music, everybody dies.