Charcoal and pencil on Velin D'Arches paper.
All'imbrunire, At dusk.
At dusk, the evening chirping coming from the trees in my garden is slowly calming down.
In the pond in the woods nearby, the mallards are floating on a row line and sleeping alert with an open eye.
Somewhere, in the shelter, the newborn lamb is finding its warm place in the shade and the night is opening up its curtains to the silently gazing moon.
