Tuesday night the tide was low at 6 o'clock.
Flashlights in hand, we stumbled out across the rocks.
There were lobsters. Brittle starfish. And we saw the head of an eel poking out from a crevice under a rock, opening and closing its mouth, with small, needle-sharp teeth.
I got a creepy feeling. Of wading in the warm waters in the dark.
We went back to the shore and sat for an hour, sky-gazing.
A fabulous comet - or suchlike - flashed across the heavens, with a streaming orange tail.
Perhaps once in your lifetime you will be lucky enough to see that.
Nilo is 10.
I will soon be 42.
A strange series of daily sketches.
Each a few minutes.
You're not allowed to think beforehand, or to make corrections afterwards.
Those are the rules.
It is what it is!
9th January, Watercolor and Ink.
Rice Moon [base]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Rice Moon [faux block]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Rice Moon [faux repeat]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Rice Moon [simple detailing - indigo]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Rice Moon [more detailing - indigo/lavender]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Rice Moon [even more detailing]
Design concept. © CatherineV. Bainbridge 2013
Do what you can to keep going!
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