Never travel without a map and a pencil. You never know how,or when, the Muse might move you... I have stood at the oceans edge, walked the windy boardwalk and not found the heart (or skill) to draw the choppy horizon, or capture the steel colors and flying foam. I am yearning to know the power of the earth.
So...in lightness of being, I sketch faces of anonymous pedestrians passing by in the airport...
Nature totally handicaps me.
These look like fun, Tillie - Happy Trails to you!
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