Lobster Burn and Stupid Gulls

Despite the fact that this is my second summer not completely landlocked, I have only gone to the beach a handful of times (like, twice?).  Got a fantastic lobster burn on my legs (naptime on the skillet), but my shoulders have been burned enough that at this point it just starts browning (hurrah -- no longer quite the pasty blue person).  Got some locals (the best part was the umbrella in the top left corner):

There was a fellow sitting somewhere behind us who kept feeding the gulls, so even when he stopped they would prowl around behind us every so often looking for more handouts:

St Mark's Lion

The Lion in front of St. Mark's Church on 12th St, early July

This image was the first in a long time that people came up to compliment me on (last time I got that was early last June).  I ended up adding color when I returned, but it was gratifying in a sense that at least the black and white could hold its own as well, even in its incomplete state.

There was one fellow who came up specifically and started chatting.  He apparently works the night shift... somewhere, and was meeting a friend of his in the square to plan a walking tour of the area.  He wished to compliment me on my sketch, and he showed me a tattoo on his upper right arm of a lion (rampant?): a big-cat enthusiast.  We discussed briefly the nature of lion statues, and if you keep your eyes out while you walk, lions are everywhere: over portals, guarding the steps of residential buildings, in front of official buildings, portrayed in reliefs that pan across second and third story levels of older buildings...

Dragon!!

For the RISD BIG BOOK OF DRAGONS!!  YEAH!

First unexpected draft (because I thought I had missed the deadline):

Oh, gosh, I haven't drawn a dragon in so long... like, middle school...