Slow down and sketch the willows

Too many  mornings I leave to walk the dog along the river only to regret not taking a sketch book with me. Usually because there’s not a lot of time to stop and draw.  This morning despite a pressing schedule on a new kid’s book the  sketch book came along.

For a few minutes I paused along the way to quickly sketch some imposing old willows I pass each morning.  They must be over a hundred years old and remind me of Durer.  Next time I’ll take paints.  The silly thing in all this is that I’ve forgotten how brief a moment it takes to make a even a small notation that would in the future unlock a memory and perhaps inspire a larger work.  Lesson here: slow down and sketch the flowers. (or the willows)