The plans to do a drawing of this vintage barn came to me one day on a cold walk through the neighborhood. I was getting my "morning constitutional" while waiting for Grandma to get her hair done. It was not too cold to sketch, but I had walked too far and now needed to move at a good clip if I were to get back in time. Not that Gram-ma would worry- she is like a toddler in her inability to remember time. Or like an animal that never remembers the close calls, but moves on without worry. It is me that worries if I am late to pick her up.
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