We sometimes fail to appreciate the art we carry around in our pockets.
Some evenings as I sit writing in my journal a glass of water is called for...
My wife and I have taken to walking in the morning now that spring has begun. This is the back of Eastern Market in town. The building is used as a parking garage and a housing agency (on the other end). The colors and the cherry tree were too much to resist.
The people on the trains are fascinating. This young lady listened to music on her computer and read her book for hours. A very accommodating subject for drawing.
It is one of life's great pleasures to ride on a train. All of the seats are first class and the view is wonderful - depending on what you're riding by. Riding a train is much more comfortable than riding an airplane.
