On my walks with my dog I often wonder what she senses as we stroll down the paths in the fields. I feel at a disadvantage with only my human vision to scan the landscape. All that changes when it snows. All the visitors leave their tracks behind and I can see that the place I thought was isolated and private is, in reality, a hubub of activity. This sketch was done in my moleskine with a crow quill pen and Higgins black ink with Derwent and Albrecht Durer watercolor pencils. The writing was done with Noodler's Lexington gray in the fountain pen they give away for free when you buy the ink.
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