Almost every morning, I enjoy grabbing whatever media is close at hand and walking to the river to draw the birds. I'll choose ink, charcoal, wax crayons, pens, brushes, odd paints…even humble pencils! Variety is the spice of life and it occurs to me how much I require ceding control to chance for so much of my artmaking. My mind is frequently as blank as the sheet of paper in front of me. So a little accident of omission or commission primes the pump and gets me started.
|Geese and ducks|
ink, watercolor pencil
|A swan harassing geese and mallards|
|mallard feeding at the top of the dam|
|Feeding mallards at the base of the dam|