Drawing in the Rain

Lately, I've been writing about what I do. One of the statements I find myself repeating is that I don't mind drawing in the rain. It's quieter and there are fewer people about; I can concentrate a bit more easily. The main reason is that I like the unpredictable quality that the rain brings. I've learned though to take a picture of the work before I go home. Oftentimes the drawing is just barely there and by the time I get home, it has blotted into a pale gray blob. Here are few examples.

03-29-20-log
pastel

03-29-20-dam
pastel

02-11-20-bridge
charcoal

01-05-19-willow01
ink, charcoal

04-23-19-bridge
charcoal

04-26-19-geese02
ink

05-14-19-flycatcher
charcoal

Nature is Not in Quarantine!

Despite the virus outbreak that is paralyzing the world, I have been able to get out each day to observe the progress of the season. Maples are starting to bloom and forsythia will pop any day. Skunk cabbage is flowering and ducks and geese are zooming back and forth and maybe starting to pair up. Vernal pools are full of boisterous frogs. The show must go on!
Best of health to you all.

03-13-20-tree

03-14-20-ducks02

03-15-20-geese02

03-15-20-geese03

03-16-20-moon

Crows

Crows are the artist's friend. They are sturdy and resourceful actors in whatever drama you wish to put them in. They're alert and funny. They are punctual and always show up in their dress blacks. The crow is wide ranging but are a stay-at-home kind of birds. Like a mafia family, they stick together and they have a lot to teach us about adapting to a changing world.

03-09-20-crow

10-08-19-crow

12-26-17-crow

10-21-16-crows

09-17-16-crow

09-03-16-crow02

The Man Who Draws the Ducks #1

I'm working on a story text about an artist who draws pictures of ducks (and other things as well). I wonder who that could be? Judging by my progress as an author so far, I'd say that a word is worth about a thousand pictures. Wish me well okay?

02-26-20-duck02

02-26-20-duck03

02-26-20-duck04

03-01-20-ducks