Tag brush pen drawing

The distant sound of summer thunder, gilded in blue.

Stealthily shooting up to the sky, admiring fresh bamboo.

Crossing the skies above water lily blossoms.

The white blossom reaching for the running water, flecks of gold.

Picturing the sun at Oyama.

The redstart that watched the maple leaves unfold.

Every end is a new beginning. Flip through my first sketchbook of 2020

Every age has its beauty.

Even walls can become the colours that light your path.

Build your walking map for every season.

On the rooftop purple blooms, watching sparrows.

See the wispy voice of spring thunder.

Allow new ideas to be sealed in their own time.

Sheltered from the storm, paired with the twilight.

The most engaging discussions rise above the circumstances.