Eight miles in each direction there is a state park, and they are two of my favorite haunts out west. I spent a morning walking in Rockport, the more forested of the two, and did the trail sketch above and then sketched the moon hanging among the treetops. 

Another recent day I went to Rasar and found that they had hayed the big meadow there. I was sorry to lose the field of daisies, but I hope the revenue is good for this fantastic park. And I had fun sketching the tractor that was still siting in the middle of the field after the fact.