I switched continents. Visiting my family in Cyprus. 
This is my family’s super mansion. It’s not really a mansion but it is a lot nicer than our old house in Iowa. I was pretty blown away by their upgrade.
View from the hills where my family lives. Larnaca and the sea are in the background. It’s not as hot here as it’s going to be so before that happens I’m hiking in the hills around my parent’s house. Somewhere out there, there’s an artillery range that the army drops mortar shells onto. I haven’t found it yet but I know I’ve gotten really, really close…
Local Football Game. European football fans are intense. At this game they pulled out road flares when they scored a goal. Andonis is pissed that I took this photo because it was of the opposing team scoring.
My brothers,Andonis and Dimitri, wrestling.
Dimitri helps me print a linocut.
Experimenting with Linocuts.
Traveling a bit. Stopped back at my Grandparents farm in Missouri and uncovered more old drawings including all my sketchbooks from age 5 to 18…
This pig is a snappy dresser, and I think he’s carrying an axe.
This frog is grammatically challenged…I wouldn’t trust his opinion on reading.
Now this strange, rainbow colored, smoke bellowing car looks like its opinion on reading is one to be regarded.
My older sketchbooks are filled with these elaborate battle scenes that I used to draw. For nostalgia reasons, I decided to draw one in my newest book but it was a pain in the ass. How could I spend hours drawings these?
My sketchbooks from high school are filled with notes to me from my mother. I guess she felt that this was the best way to reach me when she wasn’t home (this was in the stone age before cell phones). The story behind this note: for some reason, my parents wouldn’t give me a key to the house. I’m not sure why…it was really ridiculous because I usually got home from school before them and I would have to break into the house by taking the screen off a window and crawl in (to all time traveling burglars; 218 Woodridge ave. in Iowa City is really easy to break into from the years 1997 to 2002). but then there would be times when I would really need a key and they give me one of theirs…was there some sort of rule that said that they couldn’t own more than two keys to the house? Who knows….
Grandpa Bock shows off a meteorite that he found in one of his fields years ago (it now resides in the flower bed).
My newest nephew, Grady Norman.
Aidan, my oldest nephew, takes a pit stop to clean out his nose.