Lead me to the Rock
It was a windy day when I sketched this almost bare tree. It was about to rain and the sky was gloomy. I sketched quickly feeling the wind on my face and hair. I like how the thin tree stood amidst the rocks and inches away from the boulder. It was a lovely sight as if they were communicating with each other. Psalm 61:1-3 Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I … Read More