
North of the school the farmers allow their fields to rest unkempt. I know nothing of farming, but I'm sure somewhere someone (or something) could make of meal of these forgotten crops. - Brian

A sketch from a few weeks ago. In the graveyard, while those two other idiots tried to break into the abandoned hospital. I also included a shot of my setup. Those are dry watercolor pans, with white gouache, clipped to a moleskine watercolor book. Fits into a small hiking pouch! Very handy, and fun.