From a stroll on an overcast day in early spring

Here are some images from a few months ago that I came across recently. Serene, the bright kind of overcast with a fine mist or drizzle. It’s a lovely thing to wander through neighborhoods I’ve wandered so many times before and see something in a way I never noticed before; or, literally, in new light.

I’ve still been drawing more than writing these days, though it’s not for lack of words. Things are percolating; they’re not ready yet. Day to day concerns and occupations monopolize, and everything less greedy or immediate must wait below decks. Cargo all but forgotten until the bills of lading come out and the crates are hauled up into daylight.
Some of what’s below the surface traces back to winter and early spring. The day I shot these was a fine one, but there was so much going through my head and I wanted none of it, was sick of it, so I gave over control to the senses, and found new details in things I’d walked past and even photographed many times before.

I think I’ve not been walking enough lately. Long wanders always help— to quiet the mind; to solve or to resolve, if only for a little while.

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Returning from Riis Beach after a light rain warned of a coming storm

The rain was very light, but the skies were darkening. After learning what the satellites warned, we broke camp— packed as quickly as possible, ran to the boardwalk and rode fast to beat the real rain at our backs. Made it to a bayside pub to wait out the rain then another quick dash to the ferry dock.

By the time everyone boarded the rain had stopped. Later, as we rounded the bend toward the Verrazano Narrows, the divide between the portside storm and clear skies ashore (starboard) was dramatic, and those of us on deck got a little of the rain. (Still, better to be on deck in rain and wind than below in the too-chilling air conditioning.)

The situation of the weather in these photos brings to mind the original meaning of the word POSH: Port Out; Starboard Home. On a larger vessel, posh seats would have been just the thing in this case.Back in Sunset Park, cycling northward on Second Ave, the post-storm light was too good, so I had to stop to take pictures a few times. 

These are people observed at bars over several weeks

More from the sketchbook with the paper I’m not keen to work on. The book is finished (enough). Here are the last few that were decent enough to post (even if marginally). Some work with a brush pen here, but those things require a light touch, so I need to work on that.

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A quiet wander through a green wood (part the second)

Here continues my collection comprising studies in symmetry from Green-Wood Cemetery— a continuation from this post. These are all in stoic and formal black & white, selects edited to a round dozen.

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A quiet wander through a green wood (part the first)


This is part one of two, as I took a slew of photos this afternoon, walking through Green-Wood Cemetery with my younger brother, in town for a few days. This cemetery is very near my apartment, yet I haven’t been since last summer. It was a trip to release one of my goldfish (grown too large for my tank) into the beautifully tended koi and comet pond there.

Here begins Elysium.

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People in the backyard on Sunday

sketch of people at Ice House
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I went to the Ice House in Red Hook after stopping in at Bait & Tackle. There are always lots of people to observe and sketch on a fine day in the backyard there.
Although I think this structural meditation on the wall is my favorite of these three.
Painted version of sketch number one below. Not so effective; gotta get more strategic with where, why, and how I add color.sketch of people at Ice House

A more colorful version of the interior

Here is a version of the sketch from the bottom of yesterday’s post (also below)—  to which I returned last evening and added color. Jolly! Messy, and because I used the Pilot G2, a little muddied from the ink smearing, but jolly nonetheless.