(A bad day Monday, a good day Tuesday, which promised to be even better had Skelton or Burke kicked on...)
Trees - they're flipping hard to draw, when you can't actually draw. Pages 32-38 inclusive in my "How to Draw" book are proving an early barrier. I keep being reminded of the William Carlos Williams poem - The Last Words of my English Grandmother. (below).
of elms. She looked at them
awhile out of
the ambulance window and said,
What are all those
fuzzy looking things out there?
Trees? Well, I'm tired
of them and rolled her head away.