Pen and ink drawing number twenty-six. Sometimes when I hike through the woods, I am amazed at how much stuff there is around, all the leaves, the branches, the tree limbs and trunks, the rocks, the soil, the mud, the water, and then when I look around a place like Brooklyn, there also is so much stuff. Only when you think of drawing it, or do draw it, does it hit you.
(Corner of Sterling Place and Washington Avenue in Brooklyn)
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