You'd think I know his zip code since we live next door to each other. You'd think I'd walk it over instead of bothering the mail carrier too. But Alex likes mail. See my faux dinosaur tail? Goodness! The colors are co-ordinated! More so if you squint. Don't wonder about the green "Alexis." Or why didn't I put scales on the tail? Draw what you know, right? I've never seen a dinosaur. big grin) I misspelled my own name! (super big grin) Did you notice?
Alex likes mail although probably not as much as he likes dinosaurs, but he was practically giddy when the first Highlights Magazine arrived in his mail box. It was a Christmas gift subscription from yours truly. This article about dinosaurs is in the May issue of Discover Magazine. I misplaced it. Found it yesterday. Good manners kept him from reminding me I'd promised to share the pages with him when I bought it two months ago. He whispered when he asked about it the day he came over to help me harvest muscadines. It took me until now to accidentally "find" it.
It's hard to believe he's nine. Is he too young for such a gory photo? If he were my son I would not think twice about letting him see it. Am willing to bet his mother will check the contents of the envelope before allowing him open it on his own.
Besides, it's all about the Spinosaurus. He's the largest, baddest, tenacious-to-the-bone dinosaur discovered so far, according to paleontologist Nizam Ibrahim. Such illustrations always puzzle me, as do these by illustrator Davide Bonadonna.
Draw what you know, right? A great imagination builds super-duper creatures from a few bones. What if it was really a vibrant red? Aw, so what? Right? And mail is mail. Happy mail at that. Maybe Alex will remember my enveloped bits of fun when he's my age and . . . One can only hope. So, write on.