Wednesday, March 31, 2010

the 17th at Bay Hill during the Arnold Palmer Invitational

We were very fortunate to be invited to watch the tournament from a hospitality tent on the 17th hole. The view of the green is terrific. You can see one of the sand traps in the foreground, and on the left, one of the workers who hold up their hands to tell all spectators to be silent. I often think that golf could be made more interesting as a spectator sport if the crowds were allowed to heckle the golfers, like they do in basketball. The tournament was delayed because of rain not too long after I finished this sketch.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Always Connected


This woman was on the cell phone almost every minute I spent sketching her and her husband. He actually wasn't asleep--at one point, he disagreed rather loudly with something his wife was saying, but she ignored him. I felt rather like I imagine Jane Goodall felt, observing the social interactions of her subjects.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I'll Wait Here for You

Another gorgeous sunlit Sanibel beach day. This beachgoer had a family that scampered off as soon as they had dropped their stuff.... so I didn't include them.

Sanibel construction site

Everyone enjoys the beach in their own way. I am pretty sure I would be the one reading peacfully while my more industrious sisters built a castle below the high tide line.

Cranky Sanibel photographer

This photographer spent a lot of time waiting for his subjects to... well, it was hard to tell what he was waiting for. These shorebirds didn't have any more energy than the rest of us, they just sat there in the sunshine. The photographer got very cranky when a toddler ran through the middle of his shot, joyfully waving her arms and shrieking.

Bill? Bill, are you listening to me?

This was the only moment of peace this old man got all day. He just wanted to sit on this beautiful Sanibel beach and do nothing, not even listen to his wife.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Fiddler's Green on Fairbanks in Winter Park was packed this night; we were lucky to find a tiny table that would hold Guinness and Irish coffee. This couple sat directly in front of me. The space is long and narrow and dark. The interaction between them was fascinating; sometimes I feel like Jane Goodall. For some reason, the heads came out much too large for the bodies; maybe this was a reflection of my thoughts as I sketched?