or the last six years, my summers have been daily jaunts here and there to sketch. It was a routine as consistent as brushing my teeth. Last summer I walked 50+ kilometers a week for the sake of my sketching. As much as anything it became my identity. I’m sure other sketchers can relate to this.
Then it happened. I became old and frail. I seem to be literally falling apart. One day it’ll be my left wrist and hand hurts so much I can’t draw, or my leg won’t let me walk without pain across the room. And, of course, there are some days that are lost simply because I’m feeling sorry for myself. It’s been an “interesting” experience and definitely a new challenge, but the end result is that I’m losing my sketching summer and this blog has been neglected. I apologize.
While this blog is about street sketching I’m going to show you a sketch I did from a photo of a hotel we’re going to visit in two weeks. It resides on the shores of the St. Lawrence River, just as the river begins to widen into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, a hotbed for whale-watchers. I drew it from a photo of the place on their website. Hope you like it.