An ink sketch I made in the parking lot while waiting for a community college class to start in San Diego
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Chestnut Trees – Ink/Inktense on a Watercolour Moleskin
Two Chestnut trees grow at the east end of the village. They are so close that, when they are in full leaf, it looks as if there is only one large tree. They are also suffering from signs of distress as they are sending up fresh growth from their roots. An old(er) resident told me that the trees probably started life as small hedging plants, or even chestnut fencing posts which rooted, and were allowed, either by design or neglect, to mature. They have been pruned so often, to allow the road to remain clear, that they are fighting back by sending up “suckers”. The good news is the bend in the road, near the cottage, might be bypassed with a new road some distance away and the trees will be left in peace.
The Guardian – Ink/Inktense Pencils with some Watercolour on a Watercolour Moleskine
I’ve given this massive Beech Tree this name because it sits, like some sort of sentry, at the edge of the village, marking the boundary between our houses and countryside. It’s a really impressive specimen – I wish I could do it some justice. It must have been planted in the late 1800s. I fear, however, that it doesn’t like me as I once decided to photograph it, from the same spot, every Saturday for one calendar year, starting at the beginning of January. I had reached March, and was just approaching it, when a large, lower branch fell off. I think the tree was trying to tell me something. Perhaps I should give it a wide berth in the future.
This is my first post, my first Moleskine, and second piece in it. I drew with Indian ink pen then watercolors overtop. last summer i went to Florence and took a bus up to a small town in the Tuscan mountains called fiesole and this is what i remember it being like.
Trees in a grass verge – Watercolour in a watercolour Moleskine. These old trees (there are many more than this sketch shows) are probably all that is left of an old hedgerow they being allowed to reach maturity. What nature couldn’t destroy, it seems that we can. A new road is planned for this very spot and soon these trees might be gone – unless the current economic climate means the building work will be stopped.
From a rail journey down eastern England. I liked the way the “old” mature tree contrasted with the “new” technology of the power station. Watercolour in a small watercolour Moleskine
Trees – Cavendish Square, London. Ink, Watercolour & Inktense Pencils on a Watercolour Moleskine.
I was surprised to see so many leaves still on the trees but I suppose we were a good few hundred miles south of Scotland. The further south we travelled the more magnificent the trees became. Hope this wee drawing has done them justice.
Woods on the edge of our village – Ink on a small watercolour Moleskine
These woods contain many mature trees but kindly people have planted hundreds of small saplings amongst them, as an investment for the future. Folk after my own heart. Question? “When is the best time to plant a tree?” Answer! “Twenty years ago.”
Is the course open? – Ink on a watercolour Moleskine.
Wandering round the local golf course, the other day, To look at some of the magnificent trees there. I was amazed to hear someone ask if the course was open for play. Aye, some of us Scots are a hardy, if somewhat stupid, race.
Winter Scene, Evening – Ink on a watercolour Moleskine
The temperature is about -4C in this scene which is almost tropical compared with the overnight low of -8C. This group of trees is well known, locally, for many badger sets but the clever wee devils are probably fast asleep, well underground. The doctors say I will probably regain the feeling in my legs in a few weeks when all of this snow will be a distant memory.