on plein air lunch breaks, part one.

I’ve been taking my pocket sketchbook to work with me, the little one, the wallet-sized, fit-in-your-jacket-pocket, discrete-to-carry-around moleskine that I started sketching in almost a year ago but have only filled about a dozen pages, that one.

The goal, and one I need to more consciously aspire towards now that spring is here and outdoor sketching is a reality, is to find somewhere to sit downtown and draw, downtown where the architecture is more interesting than the cookie-cutter suburban sprawl of single homes, four storey condominiums, and mini-malls.

I did this yesterday. I went and found a small bench in a nearby park, and inked out the basics of a small restaurant brewery built into a gentrified commercial building from the last century.

Plein air season is here.