STILL DOODLING

Ageing can be frustrating, no more hopping in the canoe, or hiking off into a wilderness, having to rely upon the odd photo, or ones fading memory. There is, however, a plus side, remembering good times, the wind in the willows and the sun on your face as you sit and sketched in some far off place. Memories are like gold, hard to come by, but a treasure to keep.

Islands Georgian Bay.  Pencil Sketch/Doodle

There are days when ideas are a struggle, so I simply doodle, then doodle some more.