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This is My Giraffe, and You're Not.

I don't know if the guy from Giraffes Drawn By People Who Should Not Be Drawing Giraffes will ever want to see mine, but here it is:

I screwed up on the head (and the tail, too), but at least I got the eyelashes, which, after all, are the thing everybody notices first about a giraffe.

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Vol-E said…
There's a dromedary camel around here somewhere...

Five years ago, as Carl and I were getting the house ready to sell to a Pakistani doctor and her husband, my brother-in-law Billy volunteered to rebuild our concrete stoop. He thought it would be amusing to sketch a camel into the wet concrete. Unfortunately, his camel came out looking like a Bedlington Terrier. Sometime later, while relating this story to a friend, I was seized by the urge to draw a camel of my own. My first effort looked like the dinosaur from the old Sinclair Oil ads, but after checking an online photo (i.e. cheating) I was able to come up with a pretty respectable Dromedary. It lived on my bulletin board for a couple of years but is now buried among miscellany somewhere. If it turns up, I'll post it.

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