I drew this gentleman’s portrait in the shelter of a cafe on a stormy day. He worked, furiously, away on his lap-top. I imagined he was a specialist in some obscure academic field and tried to capture his thoughts by drawing the shadowy swirls on his forehead.
’You people have no trouble taking your pants down in-front of everybody, you’re such exhibitionists, I love it!’ Rouge Fatale, hosting the Maritime Tattoo festival.
I managed to capture the Sergeant-at-arms carrying his mace at the closing ceremony of Province House, the seat of government here in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
When the rain falls on Halifax, Nova Scotia, the local ladies turn out in their Hunter wellingtons.