Feeling unwell but needing to get out, I sat down with my back against a fence post to sketch this front-end loader which was sitting next to a large pile of gravel. As I sat there, the wind picked up. A torn piece of boundary tape tied to the post kept fluttering back into my face with every gust, so after a while I took a few steps back and sat in the shade of a tree.
I was there a few minutes when I started feeling tingly. Standing up I discovered, of course, I had sat down right in the middle of an ant highway during peak hour, and the bewildered insects, finding a giant foreign body in their path, followed the new course set in by GPS that led them all over my legs and through my shorts.
Kind of called it a day after that, but before that I had been out to a car show in Bonnells Bay. I sketched the front end of this Camaro, and another quick sketch of a Wiley’s Jeep before I burnt to a crisp out in the sun. I’m not a huge car enthusiast, but as far as vintage cars go I mostly prefer 1950s and prior.
So I’m not entirely sure why said car show had a brand new Mustang. Go figure.