I went to my 30th high school reunion in Toronto last week - only a couple years, it seems, after my 25th. It's very congenial hanging out with people you've known basically forever, especially the interesting group that I went to school with. The next day, I met up with some Toronto UrbanSketchers at a tea shop and it was also remarkably agreeable, even though I'd never met any of them before. There's something immediately bonding about the struggle to make meaningful marks on a little piece of paper in a public place. That and my summer visit to the Portland sketchers is inspiring me to travel more far flung urbansketching locales.
I also went to Kingston to visit my sister and family, and attend a concert by the renowned reverberationalist Liam Fenton. Before the big event, I went with my brother-in-law to Fort Henry, on a grey late-autumn late afternoon with a bitter wind blowing off the lake. He ran around like a maniac - a graceful one - in shorts and bare feet, while I sketched frantically to ward off hypothermia. The water-soluble black ink helped capture the feel of the day.
On the way back to Toronto the next day - a reversion to warm sunny early autumn - I stopped at Lake on the Mountain, which is just that (if you make allowances for what qualifies as a "mountain" in Ontario). It's a bit baffling how a big lake found its way to the top of a substantial hill. I drew the view of Lake Ontario, the Glenora ferry and as-far-as-the-eye-can-see of autumn colours.