San Juan Capistrano

Went down to the mission at San Juan Capistrano on Sunday. I couldn't go in with the big dog, so I found a bus bench and drew this while the sun fought it's way through the marine layer to bring some joy and glory to a beach ridden long weekend. Coquette is good company for such outings... I always feel secure with 90 pounds of German Shepherd quietly waiting to uncoil at my feet. Not that there's any crime or anything down in the OC, it's the wide berth that people give a man sitting with an intimidating dog that I like. And those that approach with respect and affection for the mighty German Shepherd are the types of people I really like to meet. You can tell the story of love lost in many of those who want to pet her... remembering a childhood pet or an animal forfeited in a divorce. And little kids, once they break the seal and get in close, love to climb all over her and tug at her ears. She's very patient with kids. I can't trust her with other dogs though... learned that the hard way. But I suppose if dogs are like their owners and vice versa, I'm that way too (I trust myself with dogs... It's the people I have trouble with).
Anyhow... After the drawing, I met up with my clan, ate some really bad Mexican Food and hung out on the beach for the rest of the day.
Not bad work if you can get it.
Cheers,
KP.