like a brand new blank sketchbook

The first day of the New Year is shining like the first page of a brand new sketchbook.

Here I am drawing my 3 year old granddaughter
 during the family gathering on New Year's Eve.

How will you fill it?

same old

We drank a toast to innocence we drank a toast to time
We’re living in our eloquence, another old lang syne



Dan Fogelberg “Same Old Lang Syne”

The years are short, memory is long

This will be my last blog sketch of 2016.

and a pear

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to meeee....
A pear in a partridge tree!

When shopping in the produce section of my local grocery store, I often select fruit or vegetables merely because I love the colors. Eggplants! Peppers! And this deep crimson red pear holding lingering interest to my eyes.
And a handful of little clementines to keep it company.

take care

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them. Bob Dylan    

(unless you sketch from life every day)

not fair

I sketched this while safely and warmly standing at the living room window. Subject of observation from life muttered "unfair" when viewing my efforts.

3rd Sunday of Advent

A reading from the prophet Isaiah.

In Paradisium

A friend of mine died and was mourned last week, a malignant brain tumor struck him down hard and fast. We lost a good man, a gifted artist in our community and a Godly soul.
We had worked together on a number of projects for our church.

bright fog

painting squash

The pile of squash has been tossed out for the squirrels and chipmunks to enjoy. I think I got my money's worth out of that project.