A is for….ya know.
A bit of wood, a stick of graphite, and you just scribble away.
My son is studying robotics; I don’t think he is working on anything like this.
Today’s post is an ancient sketch of a Crane.
The days trend toward grey as we move deeper into November. We’ve already tasted a bit of snow this month. The chill air marks it as a time of transition marching steadfast onward to winter.
Today’s post is a sketch of my father’s service medals from WWII. He was stationed in Scotland during the war as part of the Forestry Corp.
Lines crossing the expanse of hues,
And a sense of place ensues.