Perseids...or SpaceWeather Radio

Perseids meteor shower is peaking. The BEST night sky show, most years. Fortified by thermos o'tea, I've lounged in rooftop lawn chair, oooh'd and aaah'd into many a dawn.

Most years. Tonight, I'll need the moon lotion. Until the clouds roll over. Just about Go time, if Environment Canada's oracles have seen it right. Shootin' star viewing is further likely to be hampered by precipitation pattering upon the eye before dawn Sunday.

Ah well. There's always SpaceWeather Radio. An audio stream off the U.S.A.F. Space Surveillance Radar in Texas. Eerie radar pings and echoes off...whatever happens to whiz overhead.

Intro...Nat

Introducing...this guy. 'Suppose an introduction is in order. Yes, the guy from this very space in cyberspace last week. The same guy painted high on my imaginary apartment wall, over the framed summer morn in a kayak. Am naming him Nat.

He's a natural guy, y'see, a...nature man. No, Nature Man sounds as if he should be at heroic doings with his spear. Prodding plodding politicians and poking polluters, perhaps. He's just Nat. Nobody's hero. Only an example of humankind I'd like to re-connect with. The back-to-basics kinda guy, following his true nature. Nat never would sell his days for a pay-cheque. Nat's on the trail of all his dreams. And daydreams.

Nat simply happened, last week. I had prehistoric Lascaux on the brain and could never have rendered an ice-age horse. I could draw Nat. Wanted to, even. Nat was fun, easy. Nat might have been waiting ten thousand years for me to paint him on a computer with a wonky mouse, he happened so effortlessly.

Cannot say the same for the handprint...which isn't there, nope. I couldn't do it right. Spitting mouthfuls of pigment over my hand would've worked just fine for leaving my mark on rock. Not so well on a monitor.

I feel like drawing Nat for a while.