Liza! I've loved trains all my life! Especially steam locomotives. I'm a "Ferroequiphile," and if you know a little Latin, you can figure out what that means. Also, I loved today's drawing -- that man with the black beard had character and personality. The two blues were a pleasant surprise. Rock on!
My apple pencil does not work on the iPhone, oddly enough. But the app I use, called Paper, used to make a stylus of which I have a few. That works well on the iPhone! ANd iPad too.
Very cool! Does anyone ever photograph or draw you? Or ask why you are drawing them? As a photographer, I'm always taking pics of something. Last Summer on the bus to the Hollywood Bowl, I photographed a young girl reading a book just because I was happy she was doing that rather than staring at a cell phone. The woman with her called me out. I did explain why I did it, but immediately deleted it from my phone and was glad she was so protective. (I'm an older woman, not a creepy pedophile.)
Your fascination with daily life has really influenced me. On my walks I am now noticing little snippets of human emotion and joy. Yesterday it was a little girl running way ahead of her (presumably) dad on her way to school. She was obviously thrilled to be running. I remember that sense of being able to run fast at that age, maybe 6 or 7. Her dad was about 20 yards behind her, holding onto a leash connected to two large dogs AND carrying what looked like a packed pink backpack. As the girl got close to the corner, the two dogs barked and she stopped. The dad caught up with her and she reached out to hold his hand ...and then let go when they got to the other side of the street. Who was protecting who? Girl, dogs, dad.
Liza! I've loved trains all my life! Especially steam locomotives. I'm a "Ferroequiphile," and if you know a little Latin, you can figure out what that means. Also, I loved today's drawing -- that man with the black beard had character and personality. The two blues were a pleasant surprise. Rock on!
Thank you! I don't know what that means, tell me!
You are so lucky to have trains!! Most of our country doesn’t and many places don’t have busses either! So stupid!!!
Was he going upstate or into the city?!
to the city!
Heading into the city on his way to penn station? He’s wonderful! Do you prefer stylus? Remarkable fluid.
(And sending to our young artists!) thank you Liza
He was heading to the city. I like both, but the stylus does give more control, it's true.
I never have used one but my son does - he got one of the young ones a tablet to that gave the option in fact.
My apple pencil does not work on the iPhone, oddly enough. But the app I use, called Paper, used to make a stylus of which I have a few. That works well on the iPhone! ANd iPad too.
Very cool! Does anyone ever photograph or draw you? Or ask why you are drawing them? As a photographer, I'm always taking pics of something. Last Summer on the bus to the Hollywood Bowl, I photographed a young girl reading a book just because I was happy she was doing that rather than staring at a cell phone. The woman with her called me out. I did explain why I did it, but immediately deleted it from my phone and was glad she was so protective. (I'm an older woman, not a creepy pedophile.)
I totally understand that, you wanting to photograph her. No, no one sees me draw them, or they pretend not to notice!
Looks like my wife’s suitcase, but she played Mahjong today and not in NYC
hahahha
👍😄
Your fascination with daily life has really influenced me. On my walks I am now noticing little snippets of human emotion and joy. Yesterday it was a little girl running way ahead of her (presumably) dad on her way to school. She was obviously thrilled to be running. I remember that sense of being able to run fast at that age, maybe 6 or 7. Her dad was about 20 yards behind her, holding onto a leash connected to two large dogs AND carrying what looked like a packed pink backpack. As the girl got close to the corner, the two dogs barked and she stopped. The dad caught up with her and she reached out to hold his hand ...and then let go when they got to the other side of the street. Who was protecting who? Girl, dogs, dad.
What a lovely, visual story. I could feel the girls joy in your description! Thank you.