A few days ago I was browsing through a few of my old journals. I have a very bad habit of starting new journals without ever finishing the old one. So on my shelf of half-baked journals was the one I took with me on my first trip to London. It reminded me of how awe-stricken I was by the beauty of the architecture in the city. The word "old" in England means something completely different than "old" in America. I couldn't get enough. Here's a watercolor and ink sketch of St. Paul's that I did after we had taken a tour.
A few days ago I was browsing through a few of my old journals. I have a very bad habit of starting new journals without ever finishing the old one. So on my shelf of half-baked journals was the one I took with me on my first trip to London. It reminded me of how awe-stricken I was by the beauty of the architecture in the city. The word "old" in England means something completely different than "old" in America. I couldn't get enough. Here's a watercolor and ink sketch of St. Paul's that I did after we had taken a tour.
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