|1/31/18 Maple Leaf neighborhood|
I don’t know what’s going on in Punxsutawney today, but if Phil lived here, he certainly wouldn’t be seeing his shadow. Whenever I can find a dry moment, I hop into my car and drive around the neighborhood looking for something – anything – to sketch. With a toned-paper book, limited color, and no sun, it’s tough.
People I follow on Instagram who live in other parts of the country are reporting sightings of robins, buds and even tiny blossoms. Nothin’ but winter here.
Any signs of spring in your neck of the woods?
|1/13/18 Wedgwood neighborhood|