Daily drawing 23-7-2017: Walking home. Ink and brush.

I was on my way home from one Bay to the other when I stopped to draw this. It was likely evening, I can’t remember. I started at the bottom of the page. I was intending to work my way up to the Island, but I got tangled up in the complexity of the foreground driftwood and ran out of room at the top. You will just have to imagine that if you lift your eyes beyond the page, there is a smallish irregularly mountain-shaped island with skirts of rock not too far out to sea. The island definitely has a vibe. Nobody lives there, although people do paddle or swim over from time to time. It’s mostly home only to seabirds.

You can see someone has made a small rock-stack at top right, probably Stavros Kyriakides, who roams the shoreline all day long rearranging logs and rocks. On the whole I disapprove of that kind of tinkering, but I respect Stavros as a fellow constant Wizard of the foreshore. Once we happened to cross paths when a humpback whale was breaching in Cook Strait. Stavros had been unaware of the whale because he doesn’t go on the Internet. We took turns watching through my spotting scope. He is prone to Wizsplaining, and sometimes from the bus window I see him buttonholing innocent passersby to enlighten them on the wonders of sealife.