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Post by sera moore on Oct 8, 2008 0:48:24 GMT -5
In the desert you could see forever. There were few trees and they weren't as tall. No matter where you were the sun was there, it seemed. And all you could smell was raw heat. Even in the winter it was somehow there. Maine was the complete opposite. Too many trees, too little sun, and too many smells. It wasn't really new to Sera, she had been to many different places, but she had become very used to the desert. Now all the green and the shade and the smells just seemed strange. And beautiful.
Hence the sketchbook. Sera wanted to draw something. The weekend had hit and her father was away for the next few days so it was a perfect chance to just take an afternoon to herself and sketch something. Her sketchbook was clutched in her left hand, held tightly against her chest, and in her right hand was a small bag of pencils, erases, and a some tissue for blending. The lass strolled through the forest, eyes scanning the area for something to draw. It would just stand out, she knew, but it was always difficult to find.
Stopping, her gaze settled on an odd tree. The trunk and branches twisted and bent in a beautifully grotesque way, thick leaves and even a few vines dangling off the branches. It was perfect, she knew. With a smile she perched herself beneath an opposite tree, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. Almost instantly the sketchpad was open to a blank page and had a pencil ready. For a few seconds she studied the tree, trying to pick a point to start.
Then she drew a few lines and a few curves, at first way off but then going back and correcting before continuing. Her gaze flickered back and forth between her page and the tree, completely oblivious to the world around her. |
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