June 1: My last morning in Hawai'i, so before breakfast I walked down to the little beach we'd found on our first full day. Sat quietly on a rock and listened: waves, birds, distant cars, more waves, a dog barking somewhere, another wave. Clear enough to see observatories on top of Mauna Kea. On my first visit to this beach I'd drawn the ironwood trees, with their roots curling down into the lava, and the bay visible between the branches, and beyond the bay, the slopes of Mauna Kea rising into the mist. This morning I looked in another direction and began a drawing in pen and ink. I got the outlines down and some hints to myself about shadow and texture before I was due back at the lodge. Finished the drawing later in the afternoon, in the Honolulu airport food court.
I like this one a lot. It has the look of being drawn by someone who has grown up paying attention to where land meets water.