This was the first sketch I did. Kind of minimal, sort of textural, nothing much like it actually was. That's the lake, shimmering behind the treetrunks lining it, the opposite shore where we camped beyond.
Is it me, or is it my vision?
- skaar
- My first memory is of losing my glasses. Had they not been found, folded carefully on the top edge of the sea wall, where would we be today?
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