When I decided to start sketching consistently at the prairie, I figured that I would maybe go once or twice once winter came. After all, how much can it change once everything is “dead”? Turns out there’s beauty in the stillness, activity in the snow, and designs in the skeletal remains of plants. When it was too cold to sketch outside, plants were sketched inside and as I studied them, they showed off their subtle colors and patterns. Sunshine drew me outside and I learned that I can draw in some very cold circumstances and still lose my sense of time. Enjoy some of my favorite photos and sketches from the past month or so.