This morning, I sketched for 30 minutes on the top of cemetery hill. This afternoon, after eating too many roast chestnuts on the allotment, I sketched again down at the Finger lakes for an hour. That was a magpie flying off.
Ink and watercolour for speed. But this practice ended up more like tinting than painting. Better than nothing - which would have been the result if I'd continued to agonise and defer.
Another friend has Covid. There's a lot of it about.
Another friend has Covid. There's a lot of it about.