I moved my stool a bit toward the arch where there was a man with a wild white beard skyping dramatically with someone far away. It took me awhile to realize he was exuberantly signing and I was fleetingly tempted to sketch him (that is my “thing”) but the trees called, that was the reason for the day, so I turned my stool around and was not disappointed.

Small Moleskine Plain Paper; Zebra Fine Brush Pen, Pitt Brush Pen