02-10-2022, 02:49 PM
The day had been perfect for some sketching at the beach where the men were mending their nets. Douglas enjoyed visiting with the people there. They were down to earth and once they got to know him over the last several months, they had become quite an at ease with him. Though, once it had gone around his title there had been a bit of a few stiffnesses around him.
When he was painting or out among the more common areas, he had gotten there with common clothing, neater and better quality material, but like their styles of clothing. Douglas had worked with his own people back home just as hard or harder than they did around the properties to show that he was worth their loyalty. So, around the people here, he acted naturally and never asks any special treatment toward him. Most of those he had come closest to called him by his first name or just using his last name, Gordon. No title was needed among these folks. Some still used it quite formally as it just did not feel right to them, but Douglas didn't mind that either.
Today was no different than any other day. Dark denim pants, rugged shoes, a loose shirt, and a light-dark open jacket of a hardy material. He had not brought a hat, as it was windy and he didn't want to worry about it. So, his hair was wavy and all awry from the wind. Not that he worried about that either.
He had come with his sketchbook, and many charcoal pencils in his pockets, some hard candy for the kids that might come by, and some tobacco he had sent from home for one of the men he usually saw down there near the boats. He visited over the recent news in town with the men after handing over the tobacco and laughing along with the men over some event. Then after about half an hour of visiting, he nodded to the men.
"I will be daein' some drawing. Let me knae what yu think of the tobacco next time, aye?" They nodded continuing with their own tasks.
Douglas moved on along the beach and looked around to see what might catch his attention that particular afternoon. He had eaten a light lunch before coming but also had a snack in one of his pockets for later. He never knew how long he would be out. Catching sight of an older man with a little boy and their fishing poles. He smiled. There, that was his first sketch. He found a large section of drift wood and sat down pulling out the charcoal pencil and opened his sketchbook to an empty page and began to draw.
When he was painting or out among the more common areas, he had gotten there with common clothing, neater and better quality material, but like their styles of clothing. Douglas had worked with his own people back home just as hard or harder than they did around the properties to show that he was worth their loyalty. So, around the people here, he acted naturally and never asks any special treatment toward him. Most of those he had come closest to called him by his first name or just using his last name, Gordon. No title was needed among these folks. Some still used it quite formally as it just did not feel right to them, but Douglas didn't mind that either.
Today was no different than any other day. Dark denim pants, rugged shoes, a loose shirt, and a light-dark open jacket of a hardy material. He had not brought a hat, as it was windy and he didn't want to worry about it. So, his hair was wavy and all awry from the wind. Not that he worried about that either.
He had come with his sketchbook, and many charcoal pencils in his pockets, some hard candy for the kids that might come by, and some tobacco he had sent from home for one of the men he usually saw down there near the boats. He visited over the recent news in town with the men after handing over the tobacco and laughing along with the men over some event. Then after about half an hour of visiting, he nodded to the men.
"I will be daein' some drawing. Let me knae what yu think of the tobacco next time, aye?" They nodded continuing with their own tasks.
Douglas moved on along the beach and looked around to see what might catch his attention that particular afternoon. He had eaten a light lunch before coming but also had a snack in one of his pockets for later. He never knew how long he would be out. Catching sight of an older man with a little boy and their fishing poles. He smiled. There, that was his first sketch. He found a large section of drift wood and sat down pulling out the charcoal pencil and opened his sketchbook to an empty page and began to draw.
