By Back to work with a messed up wrist . . . wasn’t bad. After work, the sun was still out. In our yard, we have a beautiful vase-shaped crepe myrtle tree. It is sending out the first leaves of the season. I sketched this at sunset, trying to catch the complex interweaving of the branches and the delicate greens of the baby leaves at the tips of the smallest branches.
Journey by Paper 
Lovely sketch.
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I feel like I can see the low sunshine. Your mention of “baby leaves” also makes me wonder – some would’ve seen their first sunset!
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Thanks, Yul. I love the comment about “first sunset” – what a fun thought
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