I drew as quickly as I could, but still the perspective shifted a little as I moved ahead in the line. And I had to draw the guy’s feet superfast—there was not a lot of deliberation going on in the booth today. The only delays were for technical difficulties.
I only have to walk four blocks to get to my voting place; it used to be even closer. A friend’s dad, who lives in Mobile, Alabama, has to drive almost thirty miles. Even though most of the population lives at one end of his county, the sole voting place was recently moved to the opposite end. Gee, do you think that might have an effect on what portion of the population votes? I dunno. Isn’t there a word for that?
I chose to draw my voting place, but others might want to participate in the Polling Place Photo Project. Had I been in the mood to whip out my camera, I would have photographed the lovely peeling numbers painted on the walls of the gymnasium we were in. Also, the hand-Sharpied “EXIT” over the door.