Looking for the first signs of spring in thawing ice. A sketchbook tribute to Hiroshige.
Returning home, to birds and flowers. A sketchbook tribute to Hiroshige.
Eyes trained on a goal, the soft-stepped, striped neighbor.
The sound of low-rolling waves carrying the weight of a ruby red crown. Thank you for following another year of zen Mondays.
By the water, a moving glow with every glance.
Capturing the warmth of an autumn harvest.
Every sketching day is a good day.
On a slow afternoon, gazing at the olive tree and the rugged.
By the river gorge, ripe figs burst open to a rising caw.
Embrace simplicity, and try the unexpected.
The creative spell of Autumn plants.
Crossing paths with the sunflower bowing to autumn’s evening light.
Flame red blossoms, the dull young robin’s shelter.
The summer’s edge, Morning glories blooming still, a bee‘s buzz nears.
From the damp earth’s viewpoint, sprouting white umbrellas.