The afternoon slowed down after the tastiest bbq lunch.
My son put vinyl on, the fireplace was softly glowing, and the whole space filled with that warm, dacha filling. I found my sketchbook and made a quick, simple sketch – the lamp, the player, just what was there in the moment. One sketch was not enough, so I tried tiny flowers that popped out in the garden.
Nothing planned, nothing serious, just being in it.
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