I wonder what to make of the Red Moss (and what passers-by will make of me) as I attempt field drawing on a wet and wintery Sunday afternoon.
someone just walked by with a cat on her shoulder
and now it has started to rain, she is returning with it on a lead
another interpretation board on the horizon
From the board I learn that:
Ponds are a haven. They are a complex habitat full of scavengers, predators, herbivores, decomposers, and parasites.
A conversation with a young person reveals that, all the same, despair is still to be found in this swamp. He has to go home because his brother fell in. If only they had brought a change of clothes with them!
drawing in the field 