This poor man walked up a hill and was caught leaning on a rock wall recovering from his efforts. This artwork is soft pastels and pastel pencils on 11×14 velour paper.
I have also been taking lots of walks around the county and taking lots of photos, but my computer has just possibly given up the ghost. I have lots of art files and photos that I may lose, if Mr. Beloved cannot fix my problem. That is very much of a bummer. Technology… Sigh…
“O murmuring heart! thy pleasures may decay,
Thy faith grow cold, thy golden dreams take wing;
Still in the realm of faded youth and joy,
Heaven kindly leaves some bird of hope to sing.”
— Albert Laighton (1829–1887), “In the Woods,” c.1859