We’re in an intermittent rainy period so it’s been hard for us to plan our weekly get togethers but I recommended that we gather at a large park associated with the Plains of Abraham in Quebec City. This place is beautiful and in the middle of it is a large statue of Jeanne d’Arc, after whom the park is named. Weather reports said it would be sunny in the morning and that the rain would only come later in the afternoon.
So some of us did show up and we were greeted with cool (16-degree) temps and significant winds that made it feel quite cool. All the smart people (ie – everyone but me) wore long pants and jackets. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Undaunted, I sat behind a bunch of tulips and started drawing. The flowers were blowing around and I’m sure my body temperature was dropping. Nevertheless, I did draw three tulips before I had to choose between hypothermia and getting up and walking around.
I visited everyone else, saw what they were drawing and then walked up and down the garden a couple times, half looking for something to draw and half just trying to stay warm. Eventually I decided to do a quick sketch of one of the drinking fountains. I love them but I need more time and temperature to do them justice in a sketch.
I kept moving but at this point my shorts/tshirt garb and frozen physiology had become foolhardy. I certainly couldn’t concentrate on drawing so I was close to calling it quits. One more lesson learned, maybe.
But I saw Hubert sketching and I related to his scrunched down form, head poking out from between the turned-up collars of his vest. It just seemed tell the story of my day and I had to quickly sketch him as well.
I recall a time when I misread the weather report and completely underdressed. But sketchers are nothing if not intrepid!
If only this had been the only time I’d been poorly prepared for the weather. I blame it on living the majority of my life in the southwest US where the only reason for the weatherman is so we can laugh at them saying “hot and sunny” every day 🙂 — Larry
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