|8/7/19 Roosevelt neighborhood|
Walking back to my car after a haircut, something bright yellow on the next block caught my eye. . . yes! An excavator! As soon as I began a sketch, though, it went into action, so I settled for a series of gesture sketches instead of a color portrait.
Although I sketched one distant crane multiple times in Amsterdam, I can’t recall seeing any excavators (or any other heavy equipment) anywhere in Holland. Surely some digging was being done somewhere. . . ? Did the Dutch citizens put away the mess when they saw all the sketchers in town? Or was I just always on the wrong streets?
Excavators, how I missed you.