Practice, practice.

I went back to that spot behind the library today. I have a feeling it will become a regular occurrence for me.

Although, today I noticed that there happen to be hundreds of those little red bugs, which I have recently discovered (and by recently, I mean just now... I looked it up) that they are Clover Mites. Now that I know their name, I feel bad that I basically committed mass genocide against them. Sorry little bugs, nothing personal... I just don't need you in my bubble.

I sat for awhile, noting that there was a celebration going on down in the park. A birthday perhaps. I couldn't really tell because the voice over the microphone was blurry and speaking Spanish. It looked like a good time.

I had my sketchbook with me and made a few sketches of various things. Here is one of a tree that I am particularly fond of. It's not much but I really like the outcome. Though, whenever I begin a drawing I always feel a little lost and anxious when looking at the complexity of the subject. And it's like I'm holding my breath as I'm drawing this image and I really have no idea what I'm doing but my hand keeps moving fervently across the page until finally, I stop. And I take a step back. And it looks alright. I need to find a way to get over that...

Practice, practice, I s'pose.