Got soaked riding downtown to meet with a few other sketchers.
After coffee and breakfast we wandered out into the rain. Which had settled down to, at best, a drizzle. I hung out in front of the federal building all morning.
I started out doing the sculptures at the entrance while waiting for the March for Science to get started and reach us.
I kept hearing the sound of kids playing. But when I looked up, I realized that it was a single woman, having a loud conversation with her own reality. I tried sketching her, which was difficult, as she couldn't keep still.
￼￼Then a motorcycle cop who was directing traffic out of the way of the march. And stoically enduring the abuse of the aforementioned woman.
And finally, I caught Andrea lost in her own creative process.