If I learned just one thing from my trip to Bethesda, it's that I don't draw enough. I'm making a point to start drawing on the train again, even if I can't get a seat and everyone is in a bad mood.
Here's some folks on the 2 or 3 train from Penn Station last night.
This morning I wasn't feeling well (I caught a little cold on my travels, probably from sleeping in a basement apartment) and went to the Glass Shop with my roommate Lacy to draw some people. There was a really pretty Indian girl there with short hair. I found myself wanting to cut my hair.
Lacy reads Murakami.