I ran into town today on an errand, and stopped to do a quick bit of sketching. Not my ideal circumstances by far. I was standing on a walkway which technically belonged to a restaurant I wasn’t eating at, standing beside the open window of the restaurant’s kitchen where I was sure they would worry I was eavesdropping and ask me to leave, with the sun beating down on my back, and nowhere useful to brace myself. This is a quick ten minutes of work, facing the tribal side of the Swinomish Channel.
I cleaned up this sketch in Photoshop a bit, but not as much as I could have.
Here is the original. Sloppy though it is, I think it has a vibrancy that the tidied-up version lacks.
And to bring home how imagination and art is always better than reality, here is a reference photo I snapped before I left.
Not even Instagramming can save that picture from being so dreadful.