FIELD NOTES: Photographs, drawings and studies from a foggy morning on Mount Agamenticus From a birds eye view, this glove was rude, from mine, it pointed me in the right direction the vast views of the of the valleys below were obscured by thick fog, looked like the edge of the universe from a ledge, which was surprisingly inviting...although the part of me that has read too much Stephen King wanted to stay further back My sketchbook is full of dried grasses with long stems that spent a year trying to get closer to the sun only to die off in the cold last fall The fog, at first appearance, was a sea of white and gray. Further attention to it brought out subdued tones that danced between vivids and washed...NOTE: next time I will bring my watercolors and let the rain drops contribute to my sketchbook, it's clear they are more talented than I am
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