Yesterday my wife and I went to the gravesite of her parents, like we do fairly regularly. I always enjoy the peace and quiet and a chance to sketch away from the hustle and bustle. This time an awning was set up nearby for the mourners of a coming burial – and on the road were a series of carts full of soil.  These days when I see something new in a place where I have sketched so often, I usually try to draw it.

Sun-11-Jun-2017