In the park where I often walk my dogs is a small fishing lake. As I walked past it on one late December morning, I was drawn to the patterns in the sky, the trees and the water and the atmospheric light behind the trees breaking up the winter greyness.
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In the park where I often walk my dogs is a small fishing lake. As I walked past it on one late December morning, I was drawn to the patterns in the sky, the trees and the water and the atmospheric light behind the trees breaking up the winter greyness.
pencil, coloured pencil, pen
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