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.

Fuschia.

These never get old.


Yes they do.



P.S. Thanks to the chickens for rejuvenating my interest in this thing. Even though the fuschias are feeling tired, it was fun and nice to draw today.

Houseplant.

1/4/09. Tropical holiday.

This is the Christmas plant. My Father-in-Law picked up two of these for house. It doesn't look very Christmas-y here, but it's red and green. Trust me.

It's tricky finding something that isn't furniture or a cat to sketch.

Overall, I'm happy that on the second drawing, there's more of a flow. This was much more fun. I want to leave pencil soon and switch to pen.