Author: Todd Long

The past month-and-a-half has been a been a somewhat “trying” time for my weakening fortitude and faded resilience; but as the Chinese proverb says

It has been a few months. Other day Chris asked me, “where are some posts lad?” To which I had no response save professing

Well, I’ll keep the blogoverse simple; a few sketches on cardboard of Papa Hemingway. Pretty shabby, yeah, but quicksketches are thataway; i’m tired for

I’ve been wandering the Southern Highlands quite often these past few weeks to take advantage of unseasonably mild weather and vistas illuminated by the

One of my favorite sections of the park is that known as Greenbriar. Here await several junctions of trails, and many starting points for

Yes it’s getting to the hour of slumber, around 4am or so EST, alas the need for sleep has become an unobtrusive biological urge.

I’m not feeling loquacious in any sense today; but that’s allright – a typical byproduct of solitude in the forest where speaking withers to a

I used to draw editorial cartoons for publication many moons ago. Given the inescapable bullstuff of “the world” at large I’ve found myself quicksketching

Looking toward the Porters Creek watershed from along The Boulevard trail: The higher elevation spruce-fir forests of the Smoky Mountains have been slowly decimated

Vol. 1 No. 1 An old friend once said to me, says: “Look boy, Draw’in is just about the Art by gawd; it ain’t

I’ve forever heard the tale of the starv’in artists and all and noticed that the theme to such stories more than likely revolved around

Could be that this is the damn nuttiest time of the year. Now I’m not talkin about the typical onset of holiday madness and

In certain highland places the mountain forest gives way abruptly to lengthy fields of tall grasses and sporadic, gnarled thickets of laurel on the