Chuck

The wood we went to collect is in a big stack, about three minutes drive up the road from our house. It is left over from when a big house was pulled down a couple of years ago. There is a concrete path up to the summer house that stands on the site now and that leads down to the road. We toss the wood down on to the path and then go down and toss it down to the road. Some peices fly on down to the road impatient to get away and when a car comes we run down to clear them out of the way skipping over all the bits on the path. So that is what Sammy is doing with his arms in the air, keeping his footing among all the lumps of wood. Not many cars go by as there is a gate to stop traffic just up above where our little truck is waiting to be driven down and loaded up. The gate is supposed to stop people driving up the mountain and chucking their rubbish away, but they just do it this side of the gate instead. The only car to go by was this van full of guys who had been working up the mountain clearing branches and stuff. The road is paved all the way up and over the mountain to the neighbouring toan, so it is a bit of a waste having it closed off to traffic.
Acrylic gouache wash and charcoal