"View from the Dock on a Calm Morning, Grand Lake". Art journal, pencil
I took my coffee down to the dock this morning (not early in the morning, I must confess) to find the lake calm and quiet under a blue sky: a gorgeous day. I felt compelled to sketch the view (not for the first time) and went up to the cottage to get my gear.
By the time I got back to my seat on the dock, there was a power tool roaring somewhere along the lake. It stopped after a while to reveal a radio blaring (it is blaring still as I write, punctuated by the power tools). I pressed on with my sketch, as the dock bucked on the wake of passing speedboats and a neighbour came out to mow his lawn (!?) on his ride-on mower.
I suppose I should get up earlier and enjoy my beloved view from the dock before everybody gets so busy.
P.S. Later in the day I set up an outdoor studio and did this little painting. It's an attempt to portray (from memory/imagination) the sunset we saw from the highway last Thursday on the way here.
Title TBD. Pastel, 7x14"