It is time again to do some sketching outside. I found an old plastic water-filled pencil.
It was a joy to try.
One day I saw a black big crow flying high above the sky. It definitely had a message, it was cawing with noisy voice.
Suddenly I realized what it had in mind: it was informing about the forest harvesting going on nearby. Hundreds of spruce and pine trunks were collected.
A neighbor saw it also and said he knows where the nest is. It is located on the most beautiful spot on high cliff.
They say that crows are the most intelligent animals. They are very communicative and even don´t forget human faces.
I have long wondered how to mix the color of spruce in the early spring as the snow is shimmering and the sun is shining strongly.
Green but not green. Dark but not black. The color becomes more of the opposite color than local color.
Here the color of spruce is the mixture of viridian green and permanent magenta.