We were resting at a park, homeless looking for a rest, wanting to sit down to a snack, luckily my fiance insisted on getting a large notepad and pencils. My dad draws like this, except they are vast sweeping works, he draws scenes of Alaska, detailed flowers, rivers, and mountains of trees, also, scenes of Alaska; how it was in villages without running water, or heat, but many of his drawings are done with pen. This is where I get my fascination with art and drawing. One day I would really like to be able to draw like him, a generation down, I get more detailed in drawing.
He has an equal fascination with pens. We love our pens, from precious ballpoint to inky needle-point pens, a huge collection of pens is a constant necessity for breathing air.
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