i present you with more pages from harriet hunter’s sketchbook.
oh that harriet, how she loved to make pictures!
i love imagining her on a windswept hillside. sketchbook in hand rendering these scenes onto the vanilla pages.
maybe at night she would watercolor over them from her gleaming walnut table in her room at the inn.
surely with a cup of tea by her side.
and a bisquit?
simple studies of her surroundings. some left almost unfinished, almost.
look at the reflection on the water above. such beautiful restraint. those glassy wet reflections couldn’t be more perfect.
what was she thinking as she stood in these mountains?
in sun. and clouded sky.
did she carry a camera?
or were all of her pages completed on site?
how long was this trip?
was she alone or in a group?
how nice to have questions that will remain unanswered.
i know one thing…
where she bought her sketchbook!
hope you’re dandy. sketching your heart out. dipping your biggest brush in water and paint and letting it bloom across the page.
see you soon. xo