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| Doak Field is still dressed in winter colors. |
Saturday afternoon the clouds cleared from the sky, and I had free hours to slip on my backpack and traipse out to the woods and fields. I carried two nature journals -- one is 9" x 12" with plenty of white paper to fill up, and the other, 6" x 8", is filled with brown paper. The little, brown journal is my primary nature journal -- small, friendly, and easier to balance as I walk and sketch, it provides a midtone starting place to work lighter and darker into the drawing.
From my journal:
I wander Doak Field realizing that this time in the sunshine under the Bluebirds' sky is precisely what my soul needed. A Song Sparrow's call bids me welcome. Wish I had my tea thermos like I had back in my Oak Openings days.
Sitting in Doak Field watching the bluebirds hunt. Perched on a low limb of a cherry tree, their impossibly blue wings catch the sunshine as they sail to the mowed earth after their prey & then flutter back up to their branch.
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| Bright sunlight made every line crisp and had me reaching for pen and ink to capture the scene. |
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