St Patrick’s Day

My rest stop provided me with a welcome opportunity to warm up cold fingers, lean the bike up against a tree pleasantly surrounded by verdant green moss, and quickly rough out this sketch in pencil. The air was chill, and so too my fingers it seems: I waited until I returned home to ink in the pencil lines!

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