Found my way to the back of one of the green house wings and planted my stool in the corner. It felt like I was in a jungle, with plants hanging over the aisle and my head. I hardly saw a soul for the next hour as I sketched and enjoyed the bit of "spring" with sunlight streaming into the upper reaches of the greenhouse. Filtered winter sunlight is great to draw in when you are warm and toasty.
Next Sketch Outing
Sunday, Oct. 17: Pike Place Market