In the spring of 2020, as the seriousness of the global pandemic became clear, I decided to start sketching again. I wanted to create something beautiful that would bring joy to others and to myself during this difficult time.
As I said in an earlier blog post, “Rediscovering a Love of Sketching,”
I’m bound and determined to make this season of our life precious and meaningful, so things I’ve been leaving until “tomorrow” are now being done “today.”
And since we were staying close to home to curb the spread of COVID-19, my mind often filled with memories of places I had been. So I developed a passion for drawing buildings in far-off (and not so far-off) places that had special meaning.
These are a few of the sketches I did, a little journey I took through Western Canada while sitting in my living room with a pencil and paper.
Drawing has been both a welcome escape and a deep awareness of what matters in life. It’s returning to an activity I’ve enjoyed since I was a small child, a part of me that feels as natural as breathing. And it’s an opportunity to remember the places I’ve been and the people I’ve spent time with.
I’m grateful for all these memories, and for all of you who follow my blog. May the next year bring you good health and precious moments making new and wonderful memories.