So against "my better judgement", I started my "summer" sketchbook early this year and oh....am I GLAD! I have been waiting for this time. Why NOT start now? Why and where do these rules come from? Who would have thought I could experience such bliss? Instead of working on the shore of Lake Superior, I am working on the couch under a blanket, possibly in front of a movie.
Ain't Life Grand?
For some reason I want to title this one
"river and rock".