If you haven’t noticed already, I really like white pines. I am especially fond of older trees with a bit of character, the kind a forester would normally call culls or wolf trees. The area I’m working in this week has an abundance of big, old, ugly pines. I had been in this same area six years ago when I drew the pine on the left. The picture on the right is the same tree today. Unfortunately the intervening years have not been kind to it. It has lost its top and is only a couple of good storms away from falling apart altogether.
On Monday my path took me by this monster. Pines can live a long time, and this one is at least 200 if it is a day. In addition to its large size it had the characteristic bark that pines take on as they reach old age. I started drawing it that day but was interrupted by rain. The weather was more cooperative today, so I was able to do a more detailed drawing.
Some of the best work I've done isn't hanging on a wall; it's sitting in a box in my closet that's full of my old sketch books. I fill up one or two books each year. Some of the sketches end up as a basis of a more formal work, but most don't. They’re more important to me as a pictorial diary and also as on-going training; learning to really see and to understand shape, light and color.
This blog is to share my sketches as well as my sketching experiences.