This little drawing was done last summer sitting along the bank of a stream that meanders through the back end of a city park. It eventually leads into a large city sewer pipe and disappears under ground on its way to the Grand River, eventually adding to the great Lake Michigan. Pearl and I had a handful of drawing sessions sitting by this stream.
When I think of what we shared making those drawings last summer with 21 inches of old snow on the ground and 15 degrees out side on this morning at the tail end of a cruel February, my longing for Spring couldn't be stronger. Winter in the north is grounding like nothing else I know. These long winters are good for the soul and for putting the house in order. I have been working on both.