For obvious reasons I don’t do a lot of drawing outdoors in winter or at night, and I had every reason to stay indoors on Thanksgiving evening. It was about 7 degrees out and there was a half foot of snow covering everything. But there was a full moon too, and I was entranced by the tree shadows and the patches of moonlight that undulated across the snow beneath the woods behind my house.
By now I have a good idea of what scenes would make a good scratchboard drawing. Every now and then I’ll catch a glimpse of an image that I know is just right, and this was one of those times. It would have been nice if I could have quickly run out there and taken a photograph, but I don’t have the equipment or the skill for that. The scene was too good to pass up, so, I put on as many layers as I could, got out my warmest hat and gloves and took my folding chair out to the edge of the woods, and drew as quickly as I could.
By now I have a good idea of what scenes would make a good scratchboard drawing. Every now and then I’ll catch a glimpse of an image that I know is just right, and this was one of those times. It would have been nice if I could have quickly run out there and taken a photograph, but I don’t have the equipment or the skill for that. The scene was too good to pass up, so, I put on as many layers as I could, got out my warmest hat and gloves and took my folding chair out to the edge of the woods, and drew as quickly as I could.
