One drawing class, we went down to the local park to sketch the trees, benches, lamp posts... maybe not the guy driving that small street-cleaning thingamee...He passed me three times while I sat and scribbled out this image. I don't know if he wanted me to draw him, or whether he was waiting for me to leave so he could sweep under my bench.
Who can ever know...
I did this one with pencil. This was after the sun came out, and we ventured out of the shopping centre, where we had taken refuge when heavy rain took offence at our drawing activities. (There's only so much you can do under a leaky umbrella before you admit defeat, and head for the nearest source of hot chocolate.)
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