I can blame it on the heat and humidity, but I won’t.  Drawing was hardly more than an unsuccessful struggle.  Nevertheless, I had a great day with Dad.

Grass where water used to be

We hiked on the trail that skirts the reservoir where I ice skated after school every day during the winters of my childhood.  Many years ago the dam broke and flooded the town of Bound Brook.  That was the end of ice skating.

To read the long version of today’s adventure visit Walks with Dad.

Drawing: Sketched with Noodler’s Flex Fountain Pen and Ciao Copic Markers.