On Martin Luther King day I went sketching in the Midtown of Sacramento, slightly mental capital of California. We have had amazing sketching-friendly weather lately here in the valley, no jacket required, incredible for January. I was chasing shadows as they crept up the sides of buildings, daring me to sit and draw them, often shifting before I had the chance, while bees and other insects tried to distract me. This is still January, right? It felt like May, but with crunchy brown autumnal leaves still hanging around at the end of the party.

