On the drawing board currently is a small piece similar to Wyoming Grey, which was sold at the silent auction for the Colored Pencil Society of America last month. This piece is the first of two or three works of this type that I am doing for an area gallery. I have just begun to put down the layers of detail, and have yet to punch up the darkest values.
I can barely believe that the summer is winding down already. The barn swallows' final broods of the season are about to fledge, and the sand hill cranes are frequently found snacking in the fields as they approach time for their migration. In another week my son -- who has been here all summer diligently attending to his part-time job and full-time social life -- will return several hours north for his second year of college. Sniff. Life holds few guarantees, but change is certainly one of them.