Turn Around

Turn Around

The path is hidden

Trampled by the crowd

Pushing us along

Until we stop

Turn around

Wait to be crushed

So easily they divide

Let us go

Against the flow

Now……….

What are we running from?

I was thinking about the crowd again, or so it seems.

3.5”x 5.5” Fountain pen on paper 

Observing Inconsistencies

Observing Inconsistencies

Islands off Solitude

8.5”x 5’5” ink on toned grey paper

Discovering the Entrance

Discovering the Entrance

As the winter takes away access and an image evolves. A trip so late in the season needs to be planned to match the sketch to reality.

I was doodling again, oblivious to those around me.

Islands off Solitude

5.5”x 3.5

Evening in Solitude

Evening in Solitude

An evening reprieve. An evening alone.

Islands off Solitude

5.5”x 3.5” ink on toned paper

Off Season Solitude

Off Season Solitude

The off-season reprieve. Sheltered from the cold and free of the crowd.

Islands off Solitude

8.5”x 5.5” ink on toned grey paper