Ok, clearly I bit off more than I could chew today. I'd hiked to the top of the rocky ridge and was sitting, listening the the dogs run through leaves and mountain laurel way down by the creek, when I saw this group of three trees - two sourwoods and an oak - encircled by rocks full of muscovite mica chips - so bright and beautiful in the afternoon sun. But, how do you draw a flat rock whose most spectacular characteristic is it's tiny sparkles? Hmm... well, I can't say that I know yet, but I decided to start by including the base of the trees and the leaf litter in the drawing, thinking that the textures would (hopefully) push the rocks out and make them noticeable. This is a huge undertaking when all you 're using is a micron pen, and I immediately regretted getting into such a project. But it was such a peaceful afternoon, quiet and sunny, I didn't want to move. And for the record, I often get this way at the beginning of drawing something - I get irritated with myself, or disgusted with my inability to capture what I want to, and I get antsy to try something else, instead. However, it is rare that I start something new.
So, instead of wimping out on the above drawing of Sparkles, I got lost in it and drew for over two hours. When my rear end was numb from the cooling temps, and Radu, having rolled in something long since dead, ran over to share a whiff of his new perfume, I decided it was time to get up and go home. I could (and hopefully will) go back to the ridge and finish it up tomorrow.