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Thankfully, I just so happened to have a nice kneadable eraser in my backpack. (I use it to create scorecards of historic baseball games while riding the train) The flexibility of this eraser makes it really nice to able to fit into the nooks and crannies of the letters. Initially I thought I could just clean up the letters after I take down the drawing. But I tell you what, it’s a whole lot easier to clean up the letters while the drawing is still on the wall. All you have to do is rub the eraser against the paper. The etching in the wall takes care of keeping the edges.
If I did the erasing after taking the drawing down, I would have to be super careful to not erase the edges of the letters.
The letters ended up being super nice and white. Great contrast.
While I was doing this, the thought came across my mind if this was considered cheating. Does the pencil rubbing world think that erasing the foreground to be cheating? Shouldn’t you do your rubbing good enough to not erase? Or maybe the pencil rubbing world knows that it’s an expert tip to use an eraser to make your rubbing spot-on sharp. I go with the latter.
Read the full story on my blog post at www.spudart.org/blog/tribune-tower-pencil-rubbing/
Stripe takes after his father George, who is a big Boxer. Stripe gets into mischeif a bit, and at the time this photo was taken is still not de-sexed.
This was my last night at my old apartment. I decided to take advantage of the empty room, so I bounced my sb700 off the walls to create a softened effect.
Sunday 5th June, 2011.
This is a quick shot of my room this evening! It's an absolute state but not as bad as it was a few hours ago. Today was my moving out day from Portsmouth. Kirsty and I had to get up really early in order to have everything ready to go in the van. It was a bit of a mad dash trying to gather everything and put stuff into boxes but we managed to do it. When my Dad got to the house with the van it didn't take long to shove everything in but it was hard work, afterwards I felt like I'd had a proper work-out at the gym. We all managed to fit into the front of the rented VW Transporter and the ride back to Devon was good! When we arrived we had to unpack everything again, which was effort but soon enough it was done and now I'm officially back in Devon, for good! I'm so pleased everything worked out! I had a nice evening just chilling with my family and having some home cooked food.
A student guards her stuff while her boyfriend brings her couch down 11 flights of stairs. It's moving out time at TC, otherwise known as the sad day when hordes of women leave my workplace, many never to return. Is it September yet?
Same view, later in the day, after the shelves have been taken down and the floor thoroughly scrubbed. Great googly moogly, but it gets dirty in here.
A patron saint and one of my mother's freaky dolls, that often lived atop her wardrobes, looking down with hollow stares.