Sketching and scratching on the paper with a finely sharpened pencil. Looking on ahead at the large tree just in front of me. Lines and curves fluttering onto a sheet of once white paper slowly working to recreate the picture just ahead. Rough lines forming shapes, and shapes forming objects in my head, translating onto the paper ever so carefully. 

Drawing the landscapes I find nearby so that I can create even some of the beauty that is found in the world for myself. Not quite as accurate as a photo might be, but drawing at the world in simple black and white fills out so much more life and personality into the scene. The life I hope to create in the drawings belongs to me, the rough lines forming the landscape ahead with a little piece of myself within it.