I remember mornings like this from when I was a kid on the farm. The air cool and fresh, the sky an ethereal clean blue, crisp shadows, and not a trace of worry. A morning of perfect, simple clarity. Along with an aromatic cup of coffee and a brisk, quick sketch between my first round of work and breakfast, I can scarcely imagine a better start to a summer Friday in August.
the front of our house on a spotless summer morning, 8 1/ x 11 9/16, watercolor pencil and 9B graphite
