Peace

Sometimes I really get a strong urge to draw someone, and several times recently when that has happened I have found all the inmates involved in activities facing the wall. I don't think they are consciously avoiding the vulnerability of being put on paper, but somehow just not in model mode. Today fortunately sammy decided to grate some potatoes while sitting on the floor next to the stove, so five minutes of fun for me with a little pen and a water filled brush.
We had a good three hour session at the stock yard gathering firewood and I spent a good part of that firing up the big chainsaw with the guide attached to make some planks out of a lump of Zelkova. I am hoping the planks will form the seats for a couple of chairs for the offspring.