September 8.

I like drawing fennel because I take little nibbles from the seeds while working. Yum. This drawing is the first one I made of fennel, and it's a medley of the different parts. A fennel plant looked like a random display to me at first, but once I started drawing, I saw the pattern of the way it grows, and I'd like to draw fennel again now that I know it a bit better.

Great plant.

September 6. A big soccer field.

I found myself on a soccer field this morning, bright and early. I thought the tropical storm Hannah was supposed to give us rain today, but it's just super steamy. In the grassy field I found a few dandelions, plenty of plantain, and lots of clover. Here and there I found poor man's pepper plants, and I pulled this one up to draw. I heard thunder in the distance as I drew, but even now, a few hours later, no rain. There were many teams playing soccer today, cross-country runners training, a race-for-a-cause with people in matching t-shirts, and a couple of people on benches sleeping off the night before.

September 6. My kitchen.

A relative sent me a bunch of peppers from her garden. She's my favorite relative.

September 4. Van Cortlandt Park, Bronx.

False Solomon's Seal.

September 4.

Chestnut picked up from a park in the Garden State on a beautiful day and drawn at my kitchen table while listening to the radio late at night.

August 31. Same buggy garden.

Unfinished flower by the pond.

I've made plenty of drawings that aren't complete, and my teaching-myself-to-draw project is far from complete, but one thing I did complete was NaBloPoMo for August. I posted a drawing a day for the entire month and had a blast doing it.

August 30. A garden full of mosquitoes.

A radish in the ground.

August 29. Swindler Cove.

Small orange heirloom tomatoes.

August 28 again. After I visit Wave Hill in the Bronx, like I did this week to sketch and take pictures, I usually gush about how much I love it there. Here are some reasons why:

August 28. Wave Hill, Bronx.

This is the back of a dahlia. The sign next to the plant says it's the Japanese Bishop variety. I left the orange petals unfinished.

August 27. On the banks of the Hudson.

I spent an afternoon near the river awhile ago and when I was tired and had too much sun, I packed up my things to go home. As I walked along the path, I saw these berries hanging from a tree. The gold on the top of the berries caught my eye and I had to stop to draw them.

The other day I was at the same spot and looked for the berries again. I had expected them to be red or somehow changed. And they were changed, but not as I expected. The coating of the berries dried and split open to reveal an orange berry (nut? seed? what's the right word?) inside. I drew the split-coating version yesterday morning but the drawing didn't turn out. Maybe I'll try again.

August 26. On a walk.

A few things I gathered while walking down to the river.