A few sketches from recent days, quick exercises really. A roadside stop on the way home from the supermarket on a raw and very windy morning, looking across dormant fields. The stubby base of the butterfly bush in my side yard, because I felt guilty about just lounging on the patio yesterday afternoon. A pensive reflection in the mirror this morning before starting my work day.
It often matters less to do something extraordinary than simply to engage, and to keep at it. Moments of inspiration are rare, but you have to be ready when they come. You have to be present.