Me And The Devil Blues part 2

Not my usual day to go in the Studio, but I had nothing else to do today, so I decided to take the ride up there and advance my latest block a little bit.  Much of the drawing had already happened, but I did take the time to fix a few things in pencil first before cutting them out.  What I have done so far is the bus, a white stripe on the pavement (representing a white line on the road), some of the plants on the ground and in the background, the homemade crucifix on the grave, and the pole that the exit sign is attached to.  

The bus is based on two Greyhound buses of the 1950's, found on the internet.  I put aspects of both into the bus that I made.  I grew up in a place where buses are quite common, part of NJ Transit, and these buses travel all over.  I used to take some to and from high school, before a van was set up to transport the kids from Bloomfield.  However, out in the midwest (where this print seems to take place). there were no local buses, just Greyhound and other distant bus lines that took you far away.  (that Johnson mentions Greyhound in the song itself makes using one even more imperative)  And the only passenger train line we had out there was Amtrak, which stopped in town overnight, during a break in all the long freight trains that occupied those tracks of the Illinois Central and Gulf the rest of the time.  (meanwhile, we have lots of trains around here as well, including one that stopped near one of the colleges I worked at and another that stopped near a college I graduated from) As a result, those in the Carbondale area didn't go anywhere until they were old enough to drive and/or own a car.  As I discovered working with some Girl Scouts, going to the mall was considered a special treat. unlike here in Jersey where a bus could get you there if you couldn't take a car.

The plants are all borrowed from previous prints.  I've cut all these shapes before, so I figure I can do it again.  Some are now cut, and some aren't done yet, but I know what will go there, and have done it before.  Below is the image of where it stands so far:

To take the photograph, I moved a whole bunch of Molly's recently printed towels off my portable tack board.   We had some possible plans to get together this weekend for more beer and art talk, but the never happened.  I was in there process of putting the towels back when she came in.  Mostly it was to pick up all those towels, destined for a possible sale event, so I didn't need to put them all back.  She also brought up the beer thing, saying it didn't happen, but she came in and did more work on her towels, which I had noticed as I moved them.  (her water based ink was all dry, so I wasn't worried about any mess when moving them)  She took off, I wished her luck, and locked the place up.