Today the girls and I went to Starbucks for "the usual", and when we tried to pay, we were told that the car behind us was paying for our order. We didn't recognize the car, so I got out to see who it was. It was a man and his daughter. The man pointed to my bumper sticker and said, "Your son is a Marine. This is on me." I thanked them. What a sweet thing to do! I'll have to tell my son.
This is a grande iced tea, a wonderful cold drink when it is so hot outside.
I have heard of people doing nice things for our troops, but this is a first for this Marine mom.
Monday, July 31, 2006
challenge 8...draw your watch
challenge 22...draw a piece of clothing
Sunday, July 23, 2006
challenge 54-- draw someone you love
sketches from Vermont
When I go down to the beach in Vermont I take some small sketching stuff. Here is my small traveling watercolor set, my waterbrush, and my Cotman watercolor pad, all sitting in the rowboat with my mask and snorkel.
The next sketch is looking north towards Pine Point. Jenny and Rachel are fishing. I have always loved to paint and draw the rocks on the beach.
This is the same scene without the boat or fishers, done in the style of Dufy. It was fun.
Rachel and Jenny on the dock, fishing.
The next sketch is looking north towards Pine Point. Jenny and Rachel are fishing. I have always loved to paint and draw the rocks on the beach.
This is the same scene without the boat or fishers, done in the style of Dufy. It was fun.
Rachel and Jenny on the dock, fishing.
challenge 74--Draw some clouds
While Jenny gave me a break from driving on our way to Vermont, I played with my watercolor pencils and waterbrush and drew some clouds. The paper in my sketchbook got wrinkly, but I don't mind. I learned that even though some edges of clouds look ragged, one needs to draw them rounded for the most part so that they read as clouds.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
challenge 73--draw your mailbox
I went out at dusk and sketched our mailbox, changing the numbers b/c of this day and age we live in. A firefly happened past and I put him in too, with a little darkness around him.
I used to be a faithful letter writer, and then we got email. I still write a "real" letter once in a while, but not too often. When I think about mail and letters I think of my grandmother Lillian, who was a country gal but educated and she would write the best letters that made me feel she was right there talking to me. When she got into her eighties I started saving them (and regretting all the old ones I had thrown away over the years) and now that she is gone they are still alive with her wit and love and down-home observations of life. I'm so glad God gave her to us for so long. She lived to be 101.
I used to be a faithful letter writer, and then we got email. I still write a "real" letter once in a while, but not too often. When I think about mail and letters I think of my grandmother Lillian, who was a country gal but educated and she would write the best letters that made me feel she was right there talking to me. When she got into her eighties I started saving them (and regretting all the old ones I had thrown away over the years) and now that she is gone they are still alive with her wit and love and down-home observations of life. I'm so glad God gave her to us for so long. She lived to be 101.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
sketches at the mall
Some sketches from the mall while waiting for the girls. I considered trying to draw for the challenge to draw someplace I haven't been before, and I WAS sitting in the new eaterie at the mall, which was new for me, but it is so pathetic, I'm not counting it. I did enjoy sketching people and I thought of the drawing in public "revolution" and what if I were at the mall and noticed someone sketching me? Would I sit still for a few minutes for them, pretending not to know I knew they were sketching me? Would I take out my sketchbook and draw them? How subtle am I when I draw others? Do they know?
It made me a bit unnerved, to tell the truth. Enough thinking. Just draw. Secretly.
It made me a bit unnerved, to tell the truth. Enough thinking. Just draw. Secretly.
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