I was rising early every morning in Puerto Rico. I would often be the only person around the guesthouse for a good hour before my traveling companions or other guests would appear. The continental breakfast was always available by 7am, but I did not even see the person that set it up, it just appeared. I would sit on the oceanside table and chairs, only 25 feet from my room, and over coffee and a sweet roll work in my sketchbook.
The results were not always without fault, but the practice was energizing.
|Sketchbook Page - December 24, 2014|
|The oceanside chairs outside of Number Uno Guest House|
|Later, Michelle and Elena would join me. Early morning swims were mandatory.|