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| Giant apple balloon over the festival tent |
Once the baby finally tuckered herself out (thumping on hay bales, chasing puppies, and trying to climb onto all the garden carts), I joined the little trio of urban sketching friends and whipped out a few small sketches during her nap.
It was the actual crates of apples, the large wooden boxes that are moved in by nimble forklifts, full of sweet colorful crunchy goodness, that most caught my eye.
The grain of the wood, the cracks from long use, the tough metal hardware that reinforces each corner. How many years apple festivals have each of these crates seen? Such unique character in each individual box.
Katura, I'm so impressed that you whipped these out while carrying a sleeping baby and a large bag of apples--among other things. You really nailed those boxes and your well placed shadows verified that sunshine appeared. You can also tell that Columbia Reach apples weren't nearly as popular as the Hender(sons?). Fun to see you both today!
ReplyDeleteFun to see you too! The shadows really were a good part of the fun of sketching today. Crisp clear sunlight, wow!
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