Give me a signPosted: April 27, 2017
I had a bit of time to kill between two meetings today but I was on a commercial street with strip malls and nothing to sketch for miles, unless, of course, you are tempted to draw facades of nail salons and pet groomers, which I wasn’t. On a warm spring day like today I was on the lookout for a sign of the season — pale green buds on a tree, a bunch of daffodils or, at the very least, a grassy patch with a bench in the sun — but alas, nothing. In frustration I pulled into a McDonald’s, resigned to go inside to do some people sketching. And there it was, facing me as I parked my car. My sign of spring, leaning up against the fence and waiting to be drawn.