A mini vacation, just across the street from the cottage,
and down a few steps...
Some days it is just the life guard, seashells,
large stretches of blue sky, warm sand and the sparkling sea.
I usually bring my tattered sketchbook along with me.
And my favorite pencil, a fat stump for shading and an eraser.
On this day the straw bag and flip flops were more interesting than my pink painted toes.
Surprisingly, Sunday afternoon I seemed to have my favorite little cove all to myself.
Other days I have unsuspecting subject matter all about.
I had just begun sketching
when this guy jumped up and ran after his toddler.
So I spy someone else and begin again.
I am hidden under a large straw hat with dark glasses
with the sketch book in my lap.
Most people have no idea what I am up to.
This gal made it so much easier, she was dozing and not moving about.
Mostly it is just for fun and practice
but every once in a while I like a piece well enough to frame.
This one ended up in the guest house at Summerland Cottage.
This guy was so engrossed in his Clive Cussler novel
that he made a perfect model.
(Reminder to self, do this more often!)