Broken leaves and tarnished blossoms. The storms took their toll all afternoon.
My favorite backyard plant always suffers. The leaves are large and the blossoms fragile.
… before the mosquitos ate me alive, I took chair and sketchbook for some Saturday fun. With book in lap and dog at my side, I contoured, impressed and painted lines. Even though I am technically not painting lines, I feel that I am with strokes and different pressures. In this way, my eyes see the depths of the subject and tactile patterns.
The sketch was non-stop flurry, which makes me feel energized for the day.
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