It's all very good posting clips of flicking through sketchbook pages filled with face drawings, but not so good if you actually want to see one for longer than a second.
It could be deemed a bit smoke & mirrors not allowing eyes to settle on any one picture for too long. Seizing advantage from the current wave of short concentration spans sweeping the world, courtesy of social media reels.
So, with this in mind, here are a few stills for more face time!
Drawing faces continues. They might not stop!
Will they journey on?
In September 2025 I posted a piece on how drawing, sketching and doodling faces had resurfaced into my daily routine, especially in the a.m of each day.
Well, not much has changed, maybe the a.m bit...just a bit. But they go on.
Now this band of penned faces gather in numerous sketchbooks. They tag along wherever I go, pushing the carry-on weight limit on a trip to Sri Lanka.
The growing collection now demand a collective name. It's narrowing down, but still hovers before landing.
'Let's Face It' has got its tippy-toes on the ground.
One more from the day at Fistral featured in the post four days ago. While tidying up photos the process stalled when this one appeared.
Corduroy stack!
Just a quick splash of colour to show we are clearing distance from winter and the B&W debacle!
That said, a picture of a rain lashed window indicates a slow stuttering distancing from winter.
Oh, the April anticipation!
When the sun is shining, each day wants to gambol into springtime and towards summer. And then strong winds whisk a shield of cloud over the warm sun rays, encouraging winter to stick around and show a cold sting in its tail. Households up and down the country have both seasons clothing strewn across all surfaces as the decision for a day's outfit goes bipolar.
Hold tight! Choose wisely!
Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!
The supermarkets have broken rank and have exchanged fire logs for BBQ coals and flower seeds. Commerce pushes its own change in the hunt for revenue...the seasons can catch up!
For me the defining turning point is when wetsuit boots come off.
Soon, soon...wait for it.
