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May 8, 2024

A sketchbook from the hills

A notebook that came back smelling of woodsmoke and not much use as a notebook anymore.

It rained on the second day and the pages took it badly. Most of the drawings are ghosts now — a ridge line, half a tree, the suggestion of a roof. Better, honestly, than they were dry.

We kept it as is. Some things are improved by being left out in the weather.