As usual, the unsuspecting patron at the coffee shop.
We ventured to a near-by church where I attempted to butcher the architecture.
And lastly, what was labeled "Rosa Park's Bus". But what would that piece of history be doing parked under an oak tree behind a house of Main St. Rochester? Wouldn't the Smithsonian want this?
[uni-pin pens, namiki falcon with DeArtementis Document ink, D+S watercolors in a Sennelier sketchbook]
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