Giffilated

 

 

 

I spent a silly hour tonight giffilating one of my sketches so you could see how it built up.

Book Reading

Reading a book with letters printed on pages. Is this a thing of the past?

Mouse Juggling Elephants.

Like a mouse I feel I am juggling Elephants - so I drew this.

 

 

But then I thought, no, I am an elephant, huge in my own eyes,

juggled by an incredidibly skilled and modestly sized in his own eyes God - who also juggles many other outsized self inflated elephants.

God does not drop us.

Orchard Street, from memory

My childhood was spent running in and out of these doors, up and down the row of cottages.

Very much on my mind at the moment, not surprising my pencil began this sketch.

My sketch of Mum's Mouse Sketch

Right back to when I was very young, my Mum would draw the most delightful mouse to ornament cards, letters, notes - or just on his own.

Here is my tribute to Mum's mouse, and hoping she may draw many more.

Just recently my sister embroidered it onto some clothing for Mum, a wonderful idea, a great idea of how much this mouse has always meant to us.

Loch Ness Monster

Just had a text from someone I am writing to, they are en-route to Inverness. So I did this sketch mid letter. Now, either this is not Nessie, or Nessie is holidaying in a small lake.

The coach I imagined to be a 1940's rickety bouncy vehicle.

Later in the day I had a few minutes and a post it pad, Nessie was still going round in my mind. So Nessie and the Coach, Mark II.

Will I sketch any more Nessies before this this blog is scheduled to publish at noon Wednesday?

Snow on the Street - for Pa

Before Christmas I started a picture, but with two major events in our lives happening through this time I never got to complete. I think I will keep this half drawn sketch as it is to remind me of when my Pa died.

Vliegermolen Windmill, Voorburg, Holland

 

Drawn earlier this week at Voorburg in Holland. Twas so cold I ended up sketching with my gloves on. Brrr.

Still, I was able to finnish it off in the evening infront of a roaring log fire.

I had fun that day too filming storks and herons in flight, and photo-ing a whole heap of other stuff.

I went for a cycle ride and walk this morning, settled on my favourite bench about half way round to write a letter and this ink pen sketch.

I fingerpainted the same scene on my i:Touch  a year or two back during harvest.
It's one of those rare spots where the sound of nature, wind, birds, trees, exceed distant rumbles of man made engines chugging man up and down highways.

The Olde Village Pump at Horningsea.

Water Pump at Horningsea.

I tootled off on my bicycle this morning to Horningsea, a local Anglo Saxon village, on a Geocaching Adventure, at the same time armed with my Postcard SketchPad.

Horningsea  is a pretty little village, what really caught my eye was the Olde Village Water Pump.

The box to the left of the tree in the background I am told looks like a Cable Junction Box. It was in fact a Telephone Box. Oops!
The full box was orriginally in the sketch, but the low overhanging branches blocked it out.