I'm not sure why, but lakes in Texas aren't blue. I think it must be mostly that they aren't very deep and they don't spring from springs. Sometimes they are mere catch basins for rain (when we have enough) and other times they are made by damming up some river or another. And often, they are contained by clay-ey muddy dirt rather than rocky basins. Just the same, DH and I had a lovely time this afternoon driving East to this particular Lake. True enough, it was greenish, with whitecaps rising before our very eyes. One brave sailboat was the perfect accent to my sketch. A braver, crazy sailboarder was closer to shore, but he kept broaching and falling into the lake. We worried that he'd been blown down wind and was trying to tack back North. Most boats are stored dry and out of the water, but a few medium sized sailboats were nuzzled together in their slips. And a small, chilled family group was fishing from a pier. The little girl was snuggled up to her mom, and both of them seemed to be hoping that Dad would find whatever satisfaction he was seeking so they could go back to the shelter of their car of home. Occasionally he would raise a bag to his mouth and tip back his head. Who knows whether their patience or the bottle would run out first.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I'm not sure why, but lakes in Texas aren't blue. I think it must be mostly that they aren't very deep and they don't spring from springs. Sometimes they are mere catch basins for rain (when we have enough) and other times they are made by damming up some river or another. And often, they are contained by clay-ey muddy dirt rather than rocky basins. Just the same, DH and I had a lovely time this afternoon driving East to this particular Lake. True enough, it was greenish, with whitecaps rising before our very eyes. One brave sailboat was the perfect accent to my sketch. A braver, crazy sailboarder was closer to shore, but he kept broaching and falling into the lake. We worried that he'd been blown down wind and was trying to tack back North. Most boats are stored dry and out of the water, but a few medium sized sailboats were nuzzled together in their slips. And a small, chilled family group was fishing from a pier. The little girl was snuggled up to her mom, and both of them seemed to be hoping that Dad would find whatever satisfaction he was seeking so they could go back to the shelter of their car of home. Occasionally he would raise a bag to his mouth and tip back his head. Who knows whether their patience or the bottle would run out first.
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This is so wonderful. I love your sketching style. It is candy for the eyes.
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