What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? -E. M. Forster
I’m looking back into my sketchbook from one year ago today. I made this little sketch while sitting on the wall by the shoreline looking out over the lake. The weather was very pleasant and I remember taking my time making the individual marks with the pen. On that day I had no commitments and nothing special to do. It was lovely.