I guess I should post this sketch before summer is over and the fields of wildflowers have all faded to winter browns and grays. I just love watching the progression of wildflower varieties that come and go in the fields and roadsides in our area throughout the year. I'm trying to be more aware of the world around me, and to take time to stop and notice those things that I normally would walk right by and not give a passing glance. When I go for a walk now, I look for those little unobtrusive flowers that hide down low in the grasses, and the ones with the soft, subtle coloring that are easy to miss. It's amazing what I can discover, if I just slow down and look around.
One June afternoon, I decided to go for a walk with Buckley, our big golden retriever, thinking I would sketch some of the summer wildflowers in the fields along the woods by our house. It was one of those gorgeous, perfect days when it almost seems sinful to stay inside, and I look for any excuse to be outdoors in the sunshine.
I sat down and started to work on this sketch:
Everything was going fine until Buckley came bounding over to see what I was doing and smashed through the pretty flowers I was drawing! I moved to another spot to sketch something else, and he decided to flop down at my feet and rest, right on top of the black-eyed Susans I was painting. I finally gave up and finished the sketch another day... without Buckley.
Moral of the story: Walk the dog or paint the flowers, but don't try them at the same time.