This weekend I discovered that if I didn’t have my camera I would do drawing.
As much as I love taking photos, there was nothing like drawing.
Drawing very fast as the train passed through the countryside at 120mph.
I have to say the drawings done as the train was stopped do make more sense.
I like black squiggles. which is lucky because there are quite a few of them, and there will be lots more now I’ve re-started in the drawing genre.
By drawing what I saw out the train window it means I have held those images in my head. The flash of tall chimneys, the position of sheep and cows grazing, the shape of ‘new’ architecture at Reading Station, the line of fields disappearing over the hill.
