A thin veil of fog hung over the Straits of Mackinac when I crossed the Big Mac Bridge yesterday around noon. I pulled over near the historic lighthouse to take a break and do a sketch of the bridge.
It's the first time that I've put pencil and pen to paper to record the Big Mac. One of the things that I love about sketching is that you can let things out of the picture. The camera sees the fence, trees, shrubs, the lighthouse, the bridge, the clouds. My sketching eye chose the bridge, the far shore, the water, and the sky.
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Wanda Hayes Eichler
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