I typically don’t carry around a sketchbook, but during this time of
year I could make an exception. There is so much going on, and it seems
like everywhere I look there’s a composition waiting to be found. Just
yesterday I went for a walk, and the sight of a little girl tugging
demandingly on her father’s pant leg, pointing to a 14-foot Christmas
tree was just begging to be captured. Later, two dapper gentlemen
sitting on the subway in matching business suits, horn-rim glasses, and
camel-colored trench coats looked as though they’d stepped right out of
a painting.
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