A scribbled note about seeing a Heron in the snow. On the way to Greenbelt a Heron was landing in the woods, by a creek, its wings spread. And it was snowing. I tried to sketch the image - this is the best one. I wasn't really sure what it looked like - quickly driving by I saw it come in and spread its wings before landing. It made an impression.
I did a lot of loose scribbly drawings.
I realized my scribble-a-day approach wasn't working.