Summer’s winding down. Pumpkins, chilly fog, hoping those last tomatoes get a chance to ripen before the first frost.
another evening in a pub after a long meeting, no studio time so you get a glorified sketch.
I don’t draw people from observation much. Though I was looking at specific people as I drew this, I wouldn’t call them portraits, I’m not good enough at making likenesses. But I find it informative to observe details that can later take shape in imagination.
I went out to a pub sing with a friend, so didn’t have any studio time. I made some sketches of people I saw, but this isn’t one of them. Maybe it’s just the inner me, out on the town.
Morning glories have taken over parts of my yard. They’re starting to die off and set seeds, but many vines are still producing blooms every morning.
Dahlias and glads, gifts from other gardens now blooming my mine.
I think this is probably not the only angel who is anxious these days
I was looking at the egret as I crossed the bridge over the river, then a cormorant flew in and landed on the water right under me.
The cormorant didn’t make it into this drawing though! Also I hasten to add that I’m still drawing from imagination not observation, so you birders please forgive my inaccuracies.
I live in a place with lots of small farms. On my drive home I passed a couple of fields where they were cutting and baling hay. Thinking about harvest, even after this dry dry summer.