When I was a kid sometimes people would call me “John’s Boy” instead of my name. It kind of bothered me at the time, as if I didn’t have my own identity beyond being an offspring. Today I see it much differently, and am so thankful that I am “John’s Boy”.
Today’s post is a wee sketch with some pencil crayons.
It starts off at the core and reaches out branch by branch seeking the light that brings life.
Today’s post is a castle sketch from a number of years ago.
The “Run Off” leads it home, as the water winds it’s way to the ocean.
Fields across the island, a memory quilt of promise.
Today’s post is the finished version of “An Ocean Park”. I am so fortunate that I get to live near this ocean park, and enjoy the movement of sky against the solid Atlantic horizon.