It is weird getting to grips with time zones and body clocks. Its just after nine in the evening back home but I am up before dawn in Singapore, tired but sleepless, and … hungry, waiting for breakfast to open in the hotel. Apparently, circadian rhythms have been built into our make-up for around three billion years, since before our ancestors had cellular organelles, let alone stomachs and brains.
These drawings are a few weeks old. The first two are from a short cycle trip up the canal with my daughter at the end of November. Her drawing looks straight across the well of the lock to fields and farm buildings beyond. Mine looks along the canal and path to the gates and pond behind. Both of us used conte crayon but hers is laid over pencil, mine over ink. We only managed one sketch apiece that day.
The most recent drawing I have done was a couple of weeks ago, cycling out to a nearby business park set in landscaped paths, ponds and woods which they call a nature reserve. This is one of the units seen from the sunken cycle path and set against a dense grey winter sky.