|1/15/18 Maple Leaf neighborhood|
The other day when the sun crossing a window unexpectedly cast shadows on some pears I was sketching, it suddenly added urgency to a normally leisurely still life. But it also signaled another urgency: The sun’s out – what am I doing inside? Time’s a-wastin’!
I dashed outside and walked a couple of blocks, where I’d earlier seen a red and white excavator. It was still, but the lawn and soil around it was already ripped to shreds. As I sketched, the owner of the house came out to chat with her neighbor, describing the expensive and unpleasant project under way. Sewers are involved.