Bright winter sun and a new team at the construction site. These dumper trucks are part of a long line of machines parked by the fence ready to excavate channels for pipe and cable. Apparently.
At the other gate I met a man in hi-vis who was also an artist himself. I took some photos and he gave me advice about how I should market myself. I'm not sure. Anyway, he agreed with me that copying photos was a soulless activity. He also much preferred live sketching. I showed him my sketch of my shoes, and he liked it - so he's obviously a man of taste and discernment!
I began sketching by the roadside. But after 30 minutes my hands froze, I fumbled the pencil, dropped it, and the lead broke. So I went home, found my pencil sharpener and completed the drawing from a photo. It might be soulless, but at least I was warm.