tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11815260457402455222024-03-19T16:24:20.577+00:00tiny sketch by cambria evansdaily tiny sketches and such by illustrator cambria evanscambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-6988090985648792132011-01-30T01:34:00.001+00:002011-01-30T01:34:29.811+00:00tiny letter no.3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ee8GV8-jbuHBBRx488LwA38jT1LPSk9HlEC2P0QpgvIYJhcFoht6gCeepCbNDkTCldDRQyK6fTeKdLNHViakXC3OHnxsNTNHNQJkB9DHrGq2HK29q_IQkDvXzmYt4EajMg_MN8taOyM/s1600/tinysketchEnvelope4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ee8GV8-jbuHBBRx488LwA38jT1LPSk9HlEC2P0QpgvIYJhcFoht6gCeepCbNDkTCldDRQyK6fTeKdLNHViakXC3OHnxsNTNHNQJkB9DHrGq2HK29q_IQkDvXzmYt4EajMg_MN8taOyM/s400/tinysketchEnvelope4.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><br />
Ever since returning to the states, I haven't posted a tiny anything. So, I'm officially shutting down tinysketch until my next trip/holiday/vacation/adventure.<br />
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In the meantime, I'm posting on my regular blog<a href="http://magiclittlethings.blogspot.com/"> magiclittlethings</a>. <br />
Thank you so much for reading!<br />
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xo, Cambriacambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-37176834953787561712010-03-14T22:59:00.000+00:002010-03-14T22:59:32.345+00:00tiny postcard no. 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rhRXP3lUhjPibWta9cA2s-3GEoga1oKvEbcANwavuPfKvxRddtXDQbIYfXBf1zMtSc4BejMXKp6j4nR_HL5A6V-RHtPyCu2PL4VkS8wqR7dwFuEiEaldUmFiZxQ1iHOT7OnH6sDumBc/s1600-h/cevans_phoebe_postcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rhRXP3lUhjPibWta9cA2s-3GEoga1oKvEbcANwavuPfKvxRddtXDQbIYfXBf1zMtSc4BejMXKp6j4nR_HL5A6V-RHtPyCu2PL4VkS8wqR7dwFuEiEaldUmFiZxQ1iHOT7OnH6sDumBc/s400/cevans_phoebe_postcard.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
It hadn't gone beyond Phoebe's notice that there seemed to be a wisp of leaping fur when ever she turned around--and she begun to have the sneaking suspicion that someone, or something was following her.cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-57243518989811020862010-03-02T01:00:00.004+00:002010-03-02T01:02:54.834+00:00tiny sketch no. 27<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidu1haWF2UAFAJ_dEH7zUBEm5DIRzA8wxYZpCqoJjPw3QJWURcjP-LptlIRgQT_ArzpYK1-tahpGR9Q_6jnwnZEXyvmWTQEdufuK1AED1JBaOyN5ikO-dgSKQXKHRSMuzpAAEQjAPvqEw/s1600-h/cevans_phoebe_Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidu1haWF2UAFAJ_dEH7zUBEm5DIRzA8wxYZpCqoJjPw3QJWURcjP-LptlIRgQT_ArzpYK1-tahpGR9Q_6jnwnZEXyvmWTQEdufuK1AED1JBaOyN5ikO-dgSKQXKHRSMuzpAAEQjAPvqEw/s400/cevans_phoebe_Paris.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Phoebe loved Paris, and she dreamt of it often. She dreamt of walked along the river, quaint shops full of delightful things, but mostly she dreamt of gluten free Nutella crêpes. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a tiny note to readers: I finally got my scanner up and running! which means I will be posting again!</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-73681459069869297342009-10-15T01:44:00.001+01:002010-02-19T04:40:25.501+00:00tiny sketch no. 26<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3DGjFwvlgDjyLrkTkAgFxUL7OOe-wzo-GUMcak-EG92dmYsEoUQW14j2S_rwb39zgW9xJ6yj1YUyhVYSvhpjIgD5ggKxXHTWST-kggC9RrJ5ysIXEiXnGOlDfXGSnwfGZYvCazZF1uY/s1600-h/cevans.firstsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3DGjFwvlgDjyLrkTkAgFxUL7OOe-wzo-GUMcak-EG92dmYsEoUQW14j2S_rwb39zgW9xJ6yj1YUyhVYSvhpjIgD5ggKxXHTWST-kggC9RrJ5ysIXEiXnGOlDfXGSnwfGZYvCazZF1uY/s400/cevans.firstsnow.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The first snow of the season made little Mole excited. It made him think of puddings, hot chocolate, special socks, and handmade presents. "I must get to work," he thought, "the holidays will be here before I know it."</span><br />
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</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-20247565793074826312009-10-05T17:24:00.001+01:002009-10-05T17:24:59.971+01:00tiny watercolor no. 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bIoqwCXYceBKXvQJJOw62mSlLK4M1JLEo6MKtyM91eK3LPn0vst_wqyvnMBYxjQmid3x5xMk9YETJ61mv9n99NXf1jutezIn7y9oVGdn1ujefmwUrq5o83Js0JgyfTdM1Fk2A5Ywqfs/s1600-h/cevans.sandwiches2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bIoqwCXYceBKXvQJJOw62mSlLK4M1JLEo6MKtyM91eK3LPn0vst_wqyvnMBYxjQmid3x5xMk9YETJ61mv9n99NXf1jutezIn7y9oVGdn1ujefmwUrq5o83Js0JgyfTdM1Fk2A5Ywqfs/s400/cevans.sandwiches2.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">watercolor version of tiny sketch no. 20a. Imogene and the dreaded sandwiches.</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-15633531791772733932009-10-03T02:00:00.000+01:002009-10-03T02:00:53.871+01:00tiny sketch no. 25<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4DoDhGijNehgLz1QIHLt0i0ma5SVfw83aki5MO-pZU4FkMhRGkECZnvKFKVPzmmZBEDwiR378reDn3VrKpU5zkD4EkGi_hYxJrwK4ye1k0kh6zhYBa5vEcqPnXS8EqxlWYJqipmZ0js/s1600-h/cevans.bookboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4DoDhGijNehgLz1QIHLt0i0ma5SVfw83aki5MO-pZU4FkMhRGkECZnvKFKVPzmmZBEDwiR378reDn3VrKpU5zkD4EkGi_hYxJrwK4ye1k0kh6zhYBa5vEcqPnXS8EqxlWYJqipmZ0js/s400/cevans.bookboy.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Though it was barely October Timothy was already wearing his special pajamas with the feet in them. His mother said they would be much too hot, and she was right-- but they were exactly what he needed to sneak around the house. After he was properly tucked in, Timothy waited until all the lights were out and slight snores rattled the floorboards. Then he carefully tiptoed down the stairs, past the reading room, and into the kitchen. There, on top of the fridge, were the glossy colored pages that called out to him. With a quick swish of the broom, he swept the thing he craved into his stubby arms. He nearly yelped with delight-- but caught himself and instead made an odd gurgling sound. The Christmas toy catalog was finally his!</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-7653739741348431832009-10-01T10:00:00.000+01:002009-10-01T10:00:02.872+01:00tiny sketch 24<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm6URtTxqS5WpdK_1u4QI5O_O2mQ2lk-x-BXieOx05HnOn_n1Ve7MiML5SxklrRz59BZg7snvuuj1zHJ-gmJosMAjZbIlrxeKyvZxYP6C_9S1ZBmzbVZCq5QMJqOonAdCi7uZrcMWDLY/s1600-h/cevans.packing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm6URtTxqS5WpdK_1u4QI5O_O2mQ2lk-x-BXieOx05HnOn_n1Ve7MiML5SxklrRz59BZg7snvuuj1zHJ-gmJosMAjZbIlrxeKyvZxYP6C_9S1ZBmzbVZCq5QMJqOonAdCi7uZrcMWDLY/s400/cevans.packing.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She now understood the Norwegian's love of all things wool. It is not itchy if you're near a glacier, because it is like visiting a refrigerator.</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-79212545712453916552009-09-30T23:49:00.001+01:002009-09-30T23:50:56.794+01:00tiny sketch 23<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOHXmJcOkWPO-dFZK_5Aipo5XqE022teE5eNh26Bjf1lyc4LDVDMDIV0NtNxSUt6wo7KR4ssq_oCOYtL-C68V8iWJ0akXG0Yb6GPd8kFYygWLzs2IXbrP2f_iVCAvIL-4l4xc9sZtVIU/s1600-h/cevans.hedgehog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOHXmJcOkWPO-dFZK_5Aipo5XqE022teE5eNh26Bjf1lyc4LDVDMDIV0NtNxSUt6wo7KR4ssq_oCOYtL-C68V8iWJ0akXG0Yb6GPd8kFYygWLzs2IXbrP2f_iVCAvIL-4l4xc9sZtVIU/s400/cevans.hedgehog.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They were spotted in the pantry first, then in the living room and bathroom. When Aila woke up the following day, there were hedgehogs on every surface of her bedroom. Then she looked up. There was even a hedgehog on her head. </span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-91497870894553656712009-09-21T14:38:00.002+01:002009-10-01T01:17:37.779+01:00tiny apology no.2<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Deadline completed. (hooray!) Now I am on in Oslo without a computer, which means I am unable to post images. (boo!) I will be back blogging next week. Thanks for your patience. c</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-81522111878666671532009-09-08T13:25:00.002+01:002009-09-30T23:53:00.793+01:00tiny apology<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm working on a few projects with tight deadlines-- will post again soon!</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-29313531195061743532009-09-03T22:31:00.000+01:002009-09-03T22:31:55.870+01:00tiny postcard no. 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-SujHUl1ul73vlEoQP9QO8lJ5B7RHtpftCKFAmdLElS20bEEDVeh9SAWJoEn4bkLT62QL2PNrLJ586xTOYnVTHiQlHcaitpo6DdlWQ34Pv9BduVdUYkm2UJnKzKwlQVH8W24mkf31V4/s1600-h/cevans.summerFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-SujHUl1ul73vlEoQP9QO8lJ5B7RHtpftCKFAmdLElS20bEEDVeh9SAWJoEn4bkLT62QL2PNrLJ586xTOYnVTHiQlHcaitpo6DdlWQ34Pv9BduVdUYkm2UJnKzKwlQVH8W24mkf31V4/s400/cevans.summerFront.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeH03fGYdFLDYSK-Jrk44OZWSNtVll98GF3XLkSTkkIobMGcc1aCRVdj4DznE6Fj9Qhi6JthQ7-1OlyOVmweQyHW6zJl6T5g3_J9A1CupCpI9SkpwTYILdB1cq4ZVvg3WIXcnHB3bx_40/s1600-h/cevans.summerBack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeH03fGYdFLDYSK-Jrk44OZWSNtVll98GF3XLkSTkkIobMGcc1aCRVdj4DznE6Fj9Qhi6JthQ7-1OlyOVmweQyHW6zJl6T5g3_J9A1CupCpI9SkpwTYILdB1cq4ZVvg3WIXcnHB3bx_40/s400/cevans.summerBack.jpg" /></a></div>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-77600135660813096472009-09-02T14:06:00.000+01:002009-09-02T14:06:34.542+01:00tiny sketch no. 22<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1OxREWWsnetltgc65cTTMVH9ftpOTQvB7Mul9NlFnLO86HS35Rq5IW45zVfoNwIaqlCX6fZyVApmEu6f1xksJERuUWU6BZtnrLTmg6Vx24hwKVb_UF9IA5dei_vL-IebjaWzR1LQNkY/s1600-h/cevans.gelato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1OxREWWsnetltgc65cTTMVH9ftpOTQvB7Mul9NlFnLO86HS35Rq5IW45zVfoNwIaqlCX6fZyVApmEu6f1xksJERuUWU6BZtnrLTmg6Vx24hwKVb_UF9IA5dei_vL-IebjaWzR1LQNkY/s400/cevans.gelato.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">There is no use crying over spilt milk, however it is completely acceptable to cry over spilt gelato.</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-55605349826272692342009-09-01T12:04:00.004+01:002009-09-01T12:09:38.216+01:00tiny collage no. 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhtA8a3-mCS7tAR9yTylpPtA3pC4CSaLW_4C_PRmKNch7rcg6GDdpnWwMByLt563JMnQGQOItwLBmRAd_FFodBeDcJA1Jhtyno66LyZ30NctxSFxPbMJ3uI4eAMP7m_njJ4JeIbFcrLc/s1600-h/cevans.lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhtA8a3-mCS7tAR9yTylpPtA3pC4CSaLW_4C_PRmKNch7rcg6GDdpnWwMByLt563JMnQGQOItwLBmRAd_FFodBeDcJA1Jhtyno66LyZ30NctxSFxPbMJ3uI4eAMP7m_njJ4JeIbFcrLc/s400/cevans.lost.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Jane had been walking for hours and still hadn't found that small, illusive church. She ordered una acqua natural and resumed her search on the map. If only she'd looked up for a moment, and turned around, she would have noticed the Trevi fountain.</span></div>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-20083678193775490992009-08-31T10:00:00.003+01:002009-08-31T13:28:48.316+01:00tiny sketch no. 21<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tDOOlXIieVdTPWSH89FrchiLvxf71CCwUraylGK4dmYnKVAlkVir272uISMBeL2qEtWX4tcpnvivMDiLjwJ06iA2X5LhOyV9jMm9Bzx2Vc_bwvY5aqn2DRzv7UAm_YHb92nFtt-beoM/s1600-h/cevans.sour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tDOOlXIieVdTPWSH89FrchiLvxf71CCwUraylGK4dmYnKVAlkVir272uISMBeL2qEtWX4tcpnvivMDiLjwJ06iA2X5LhOyV9jMm9Bzx2Vc_bwvY5aqn2DRzv7UAm_YHb92nFtt-beoM/s400/cevans.sour.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The slush was pure sugary sourness. Leon flinched and his lips puckered involuntarily. He wasn't used to his face contorting against his will and immediately thought he should toss the lip numbing mixture. It was way past "fried egg on the sidewalk" hot and finding a garbage bin would just expend the little energy he had left. Which is why for the next 5 blocks he continued the dance of sips and facial twists by downing the already quite melted drink. </span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-17063477783095482702009-08-30T10:00:00.022+01:002009-08-31T13:31:48.596+01:00tiny watercolor no. 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3G6r4t-E2SR_hsLL2qgSsQNGxPNkCHb4K4UponYMGv2PyNww-q4WRpJ26_ugLmHBvilRsbH97lgfvC2RNaOKfMIyzACesq87tfx26FlHNZBoIwnI1YrsfGQJORlI4nTfpoekqGy-gyvs/s1600-h/cevans.poodle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3G6r4t-E2SR_hsLL2qgSsQNGxPNkCHb4K4UponYMGv2PyNww-q4WRpJ26_ugLmHBvilRsbH97lgfvC2RNaOKfMIyzACesq87tfx26FlHNZBoIwnI1YrsfGQJORlI4nTfpoekqGy-gyvs/s400/cevans.poodle2.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">As beds go it was one the prettiest and most uncomforatble Pheobe ever had the occasion to sleep on. The entire night she tossed and turned. Of course, it would have been much better if she had discovered the small dog bone hidden under the bottom mattress. </span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-2919022675390250062009-08-29T10:00:00.007+01:002009-08-29T19:29:57.687+01:00tiny sketch no. 20b<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAArQF7uQtyq_vFnC0EBfg7_nanl1btdWK-FxAIZhvcO9jzSLKQY5GqSEfhKimjCiL9xAfZ4YPPTfHiV3LgWJdtbJ5bqODMpwrfY69b8oTDmAdZgXVlUv4AqZm7uMsB_ySZwDiP8u3hU/s1600-h/cevans.pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAArQF7uQtyq_vFnC0EBfg7_nanl1btdWK-FxAIZhvcO9jzSLKQY5GqSEfhKimjCiL9xAfZ4YPPTfHiV3LgWJdtbJ5bqODMpwrfY69b8oTDmAdZgXVlUv4AqZm7uMsB_ySZwDiP8u3hU/s320/cevans.pizza.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As Imogene's parents owned nearly everything in the town, the waiter was obliged to follow her orders. For a moment he contemplated throwing a plate of slimy snails on the table just to see her squirm. </span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What else do kids like to eat? Of course! </i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Everyone like pizza!</i> Everyone, except for Imogene--and now Imogene was truely annoyed. </span><br />
</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-83887605206263089042009-08-28T10:00:00.002+01:002009-08-29T19:31:28.408+01:00tiny sketch no. 20a<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEz7SA9hqln4n2UoRla7Af22RiUyoRBropjbid2gvOqwElGaevtJvnHO9TjwYxt0bRafVl1YDsdUq-DPjLfStDvIeT_sz6ZZ4duzHDvSNgVDQjnlBL2VJCg1-2DhojByGrUPc9wLMqUDg/s1600-h/cevans.sandwiches1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEz7SA9hqln4n2UoRla7Af22RiUyoRBropjbid2gvOqwElGaevtJvnHO9TjwYxt0bRafVl1YDsdUq-DPjLfStDvIeT_sz6ZZ4duzHDvSNgVDQjnlBL2VJCg1-2DhojByGrUPc9wLMqUDg/s400/cevans.sandwiches1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Sandwiches?" Imogene sighed. "Everyone likes sandwiches, especially children," the waiter replied. Imogene was not amused. Peanut butter and jelly appalled her. Ham and cheese made her stomach turn, and if she saw another tomato mozzarella concoction on bread she was going to die of boredom. "I would rather eat snails than sandwiches, bring me something else." </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-54626846377057404112009-08-27T16:19:00.003+01:002009-08-27T16:23:21.469+01:00tiny sketch no. 19<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BjuohypmXuzDLg-uZhIWyXi0Wha3fwpZ4-M4zhIZ15iYx1I3X8lQ0Eowtg4XjJNj8n-qJKDamq4YuwhTmZvgk05FFjcdWa6pESAl87yAkv5zeiu4ir9KCYBP17aDFATWAqJCB4IHlnM/s1600-h/cevans.duomo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BjuohypmXuzDLg-uZhIWyXi0Wha3fwpZ4-M4zhIZ15iYx1I3X8lQ0Eowtg4XjJNj8n-qJKDamq4YuwhTmZvgk05FFjcdWa6pESAl87yAkv5zeiu4ir9KCYBP17aDFATWAqJCB4IHlnM/s400/cevans.duomo.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She had first seen it peaking out of the narrow streets between one of Firenza's many piazza's. The Duomo had taken her by surprise, and without intention she let out a little gasp. Now the likeness of the dome held a special place in Roslynda's heart and on her wall. </span><br />
</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-88502176036479934602009-08-09T22:58:00.002+01:002009-08-09T23:00:44.296+01:00tiny letter no. 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-l198iF76j5oc3q7Q18Me1XJGK0k2f9AWAHUnDIVF1cDGJKRYpKaGlVciv-RrEP8DsbnOieofnXCBE7ulTXaqtqq1Kr9LbavN1sMYkzYLnz6aNllqjzwwjolCNw4RkKZxZanT7yQzbk/s1600-h/cevans.holiday2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-l198iF76j5oc3q7Q18Me1XJGK0k2f9AWAHUnDIVF1cDGJKRYpKaGlVciv-RrEP8DsbnOieofnXCBE7ulTXaqtqq1Kr9LbavN1sMYkzYLnz6aNllqjzwwjolCNw4RkKZxZanT7yQzbk/s400/cevans.holiday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368087323330069314" border="0" /></a>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-4263771963105981392009-08-08T23:22:00.003+01:002009-08-27T16:23:53.898+01:00tiny sketch no. 18<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LOazszwOQxwxMnfiAhnvq1BkByR5Qk88esLqGsW4HaVrRBfD5ZRr9LsvxDceJnA1KsVipk33vPNZXAn9gMhDfBnOpbOpXTiio6w4v6R-nJTJYCKPvsWCUHZqZocuIzF_Kd32OU0fHW4/s1600-h/cevans.frites.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367723764538502290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LOazszwOQxwxMnfiAhnvq1BkByR5Qk88esLqGsW4HaVrRBfD5ZRr9LsvxDceJnA1KsVipk33vPNZXAn9gMhDfBnOpbOpXTiio6w4v6R-nJTJYCKPvsWCUHZqZocuIzF_Kd32OU0fHW4/s400/cevans.frites.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 289px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Chloe was having the hardest time deciding between Paris and Belgium. In the end she went for the fries, and they were well worth the train ride. Besides, snails and hats are overrated. </span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-90959712444526229862009-08-07T10:00:00.000+01:002009-08-07T10:00:03.912+01:00tiny comic no. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMq3eQ21_Cc-_Ccn2QSqrMKnjno38TcWUYyj1My7Zd3SFhM43EvMZUQrDZ-Ew3v_BpyQL7nMJw3MOxBTx-Gz_lmDm98hkjRc5B741_cJsRDFEd4H03opvvoioLPQsCPOI2zG8Ez8mbP0/s1600-h/cevans.Robotcomic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMq3eQ21_Cc-_Ccn2QSqrMKnjno38TcWUYyj1My7Zd3SFhM43EvMZUQrDZ-Ew3v_BpyQL7nMJw3MOxBTx-Gz_lmDm98hkjRc5B741_cJsRDFEd4H03opvvoioLPQsCPOI2zG8Ez8mbP0/s400/cevans.Robotcomic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366967656490017346" border="0" /></a>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-7089609709662591132009-08-06T21:49:00.001+01:002009-08-06T22:27:10.312+01:00tiny sketch no. 17<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmO1p__Fydmbjm-t-21mtyLA08VcnatoPD-a9GbSQYikhN523_9iuPVB_WLm4UqNAHIk-86kF6hxBNY8KVQV7cvPcXIhPpL9q1LHfaqTGEtVzOKUiOPHVJb4aiIhHKh6C3nldqQ79vxd4/s1600-h/cevans.badRobot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmO1p__Fydmbjm-t-21mtyLA08VcnatoPD-a9GbSQYikhN523_9iuPVB_WLm4UqNAHIk-86kF6hxBNY8KVQV7cvPcXIhPpL9q1LHfaqTGEtVzOKUiOPHVJb4aiIhHKh6C3nldqQ79vxd4/s400/cevans.badRobot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366965284610098738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Louis was a very bad robot indeed.</span></span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-46633283492986262992009-08-05T22:03:00.002+01:002009-08-05T22:09:32.882+01:00tiny sketch no. 16<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJ_b1dnUA-fyfVc5YdAOAYmCnJuyYVDyhBKt0bB7TYHt9rH7Ti8YwfGYtjy2sA66Cwj0veS-VQXmypcCk8QWZLlAiUBNQVkBFNhmtLzbtuZvZ06NU9sSE_BDZkyr2mnnkoJgzdYO_wjM/s1600-h/cevans.germs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJ_b1dnUA-fyfVc5YdAOAYmCnJuyYVDyhBKt0bB7TYHt9rH7Ti8YwfGYtjy2sA66Cwj0veS-VQXmypcCk8QWZLlAiUBNQVkBFNhmtLzbtuZvZ06NU9sSE_BDZkyr2mnnkoJgzdYO_wjM/s400/cevans.germs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366588937637967602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >Germs and bugs never go on vacation. It's always rush hour, especially on the tube.</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-16380219174854378682009-08-04T22:12:00.004+01:002009-08-04T22:27:50.813+01:00tiny sketch no. 15<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDf1JzZCAwDfAgj3Da-bIiGRoaLMm6SptaIX3GTF_9_I8kESIpCaCLDUlDlEuhNqM31yroeshXw7-wE35UIM75yKQmcLaUDZf5xO-d24MakXcjC-gBT3Fc8AJU5QbP68OXRgoYw_yGXWs/s1600-h/cevans.dragons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDf1JzZCAwDfAgj3Da-bIiGRoaLMm6SptaIX3GTF_9_I8kESIpCaCLDUlDlEuhNqM31yroeshXw7-wE35UIM75yKQmcLaUDZf5xO-d24MakXcjC-gBT3Fc8AJU5QbP68OXRgoYw_yGXWs/s400/cevans.dragons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220151412913458" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >In the dust covered catalog that Simon found in the attic, there were 2 slightly different kinds of dragons one could purchase and hatch from eggs. Which one should he choose?</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181526045740245522.post-5668851137815739822009-08-03T15:19:00.003+01:002009-08-03T19:59:45.506+01:00tiny sketch no. 14<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK52UIwft__y8NGAOFz69AevA1x458BE3jRGrPXlGkSvM6xEfxiDPd8CP60_qEp6iIgq8IVxayDPPrVLzdpKtYE2ZT2A0_m7nk4m5H05j-z-k505NbcCo49dOcI0wPiND9PJVsaqd_O0/s1600-h/cevans.grandma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK52UIwft__y8NGAOFz69AevA1x458BE3jRGrPXlGkSvM6xEfxiDPd8CP60_qEp6iIgq8IVxayDPPrVLzdpKtYE2ZT2A0_m7nk4m5H05j-z-k505NbcCo49dOcI0wPiND9PJVsaqd_O0/s400/cevans.grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365742264552356914" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><br />Peter's grandmother, Silvia, enjoyed going to the store. She had the naughty habit of tasting things before she'd purchased them. Last week while browsing at Harrods, she "tasted" an entire baked ham in one swallow, followed by a jug of Victorian style lemonade and a crate of sticky toffee puddings-- and that was just in the first 5 minutes.</span>cambriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12370450158129576571noreply@blogger.com0