There's a neighbor who's garage always stands open, empty, gaping, black. You can see the moss growing on the wood inside, see the rootlets of shade loving plants piercing the walls of this ancient edifice, and the iron struts bearing it all up. It's dank, it's creepy, it's primal, it's just... well... it's the Maw.
And up above, the most glorious birch tree climbing to the sky.
A sunny afternoon in Oakland. Allergies going nuts.
Here's a nice challenge, seeing as I usually hate drawing perspective to start with, let's do a sketch not only that involves perspective, but is done without rulers, pencil, or guides! Sounds great! Well, I suppose I should get myself warmed up, seeing as I intend to go on the San Francisco Sketch Crawl in a couple of weeks. I've been looking forward to it, missed it the last two times due to prior engagements. Not missing it this time!