View on a Light Snow

It had snowed lightly, all afternoon.

I walked by the Bridge, seeing how everything was slightly greyer.

The view across the river was enchanting; highly defined black cliffs and ridges, but overlaid by the layer of snow still falling.

I searched madly for some dark paper, black ink and chalk. I found cardboard pieces, my favorite Uniball pen and a white watercolor pencil.

It's coming out exactly as I wanted.

The exercise for me is about translating the vision to another medium, preferably in a surprising way.

Sometimes the end goal is to be picture-perfect. Mostly for me, the picture is just the first artifact in the transformative process.