Here is an ode to the Santa Cruz where I lived from 2003 to 2008ish. The fellow with the blue face is Robert Anton Wilson, a true American weirdo if there ever was one, and at the bottom is of course the famous Beach Boardwalk, featuring the Giant Dipper, vampires, and the Tethered. And what's a beach town without ice cream?
See below for iterations and process. Thanks, Mr. Draplin, for the excellent course.