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It would be so worth it to take a crash course on operating these earth movers. Playing in the mud and dirt on a grand scale. Truth be told, I never learn anything quickly, so a crash would probably mean I crash those behemoths.

In the above sketch, the earth mover on the right has pontoons which help it float.
Drawn with a number of different fountain pens and Pitt Artist Pens.

 At the Green City Farmers Market Saturday. Intense light and loads of deep shadow beneath the trees. First sketch executed on Rhodia Dot Grid notebook with just one marker. That marker however was the chromium green opaque Pitt Artist Pen Dual Nib Marker by Faber-Castell. The big brush nib allowed me rapid and broad coverage, which would increase in depth and saturation with each pass. Very quick, lite strokes and finger prints produced mid tones and textures, i.e. grass blades. The 1.8 nib added line work on the field for weeds and grass. The idea here was to worked rapidly and economically avoiding fusing over details.
Second drawing uses similar approach but this time four hues are used: Chrome Oxide Green, Chromium Green Opaque, May Green, and Light Yellow Glaze. 

The month’s gathering of head studies. So, what DO you call a bunch of noggins?
A bushel??
Fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on a #Rhodia Dot Grid notebook. #uskchicago

So in the spirit of reportage,
re·port·age /r??pôrdij,?repôr?täZH/, many
of my post are drawings which address the features of note made during my near daily excursions from the sanctity of my home.
Some take liberties as to the manner in which I lay pen to paper, to wit: a stain on a floor that I interpreted to be a prancing bull elephant (I did in fact allow my imagination license to conjure said sketch). Others may find me doing my level best to depict, illustrate if you must, that before me with fairly faithful effort in the format most widely know as “realism” or often “naturalism”.
The following drawings would be just such examples, captured in the favored nomenclature of those crafty artists self described as “urban sketchers”. I count myself among the loose affiliation of this cadre.
First drawing, executed just this afternoon, is of a street light on Clark but several yards from my Lincoln Park apartment. En route to a much frequented coffee house with the aim of sketching a collective I’ve nicknamed The Chessnuts, (misspelling intended), I spied the very deteriorated concrete and rusted steel base of the previously mentioned streetlight.
Stopped dead in my tracks, an opportunistic nature insisted I whip out sketchbook & pens. I complied. Thus I present the entitled sketch ….. “chicago infrastructure “.
The Second drawing dates from January 2019 when, descending from the Metra platform at Clyborne and Ashland, I was awakened to a harbinger of Chicago’s aging public transportation superstructure. The rusting rebar bones of a crumbling concrete pillar were glaringly obvious. “Sit your arse down and start drawing young man!”, came the terse instruction. Swiveling my head to find I was “alone”, I complied.
The Third drawing was completed August 2015 whilst I sat in the air conditioned comfort of a pie & coffee shoppe in Evanston. What so captured my attention was the canary yellow steel braces that had been added to the concrete train trestle. Interesting choice of color as the bird in question was often brought in to mines to warn miners of the viability of the air quality or the lack thereof.
Please note in the detail provided in the Fourth image of yet another example of columnar decay. I suppose because the Romans, who made considerable use of concrete, built structures, many of which are with us still, more or less, like, some 17 to 20 centuries hence, we should rest assured as to the durability of these building materials and turn out attention to more, shall we say, “pressing matters”?
Well, prioritize as you most judiciously decide, I just thought you might like to know, vigilance has it’s place. Or reward. For it was none other than that old sage Ben Franklin who quipped,”A stitch in time, saves nine!” I have to give props to one who’s command of language resulted in such weighted eloquence delivered with extreme economy.
I have much to learn dear sir. Much to learn.

 
Drawn with fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on Stillman & Birn Nova series toned paper.