Birch leaves.

I was not enthusiastic about the Birch leaves. I originally tried drawing an abandoned bucket of sidewalk chalk...but come on. It went like this: cylinder, cylinder, cylinder, cylinder...you get the picture.

So, because this is becoming a habit, when four-o-clock rolls around I'm out, examining little pieces of this or that on the ground. Scanning what I usually overlook to find something interesting in the mundane.

I came back to this little twig that fell from the Birch out back and decided to give it a go. The second time around, I fell in love with its delicate leaf edges and little-bitty stalks. An unexpected bit of fun. Everything was so tiny I had to get even more fussy and OCD than usual with keeping the pencil sharp and such.

Just the way I like it.