This morning I realized that there is an endless supply of figures
to reference, right outside my window! The sidewalk
widens directly across the street to the view of the Cripple Cove, all the
way to Magnolia. Folk frequently stop to gawk, gab, admire, meditate.
This morning there was a woman that never stopped moving.
I kept trying to draw the landscape. duh. figures are more dyamic.
best and onward,
deb.
