Dry Spell

A quick sketch of my favorite place in the world - the reservoir near my parents' house. I felt like going down there to draw, and maybe work on my techniques a bit (since I can't draw water well at all), and then when I got there, the place was almost completely dried up, with only a few mud puddles remaining. All the old fallen trees were exposed... It was odd, and sort of disturbingly barren. But I went down there to draw, and so darnit, I was going to draw. However, I learned I can't draw mud any better than I can draw water.