This morning while I was walking I stopped and took a picture of this bison.
I feel so blessed that I can see bison within walking distance of my house!
Bison do not care that you are there and they do not care what kind of day it is.
It can be raining and they are sitting there same as if it were sunny. They have a shelter but they do not go into it.
They are irresistible to photograph. When I was looking in the computer for the picture I took today I came up with this one too. I think Howard took it.
It is a privilege to be able to sketch a bison from life. It was one of the first things I drew in my, ahem, early days of drawing, in my pocket sketchbook. This was when I was still drawing in pencil, not ink. I drew the bison in this little sketchbook the size of an index card. I still think it is a good idea to carry one with you wherever you go.
The bison was hardly recognizable as a bison but that was because of the way it was sitting. (As I make excuses for myself.) I remember I was happy with it. I went as far as to pompously initial it. To initial it pompously. My dad was an English and Latin teacher and he taught me not to split my infinitives.
May 3, 2018.
How the time flies.
But the buffalo is a constant here in Buffalo.