I left around midnight as a sudden wind wiped rain through the street, I ran with my backpack while the bus approached through the sound of cars on the wet asphalt
Text and illustration by Frits Ahlefeldt
I had been working alone for hours and now sat on the bus with my sketchpad, not more wet from the rain than I could draw. But the almost empty bus didn’t move.
Another bus going in the opposite direction stopped in the rain and the two drivers both rolled down their windows and started talking, creating a moment of time, where there were none.
Keywords: logbook, diary, notes ink sketch
Log, text and illustrations by Frits Ahlefeldt. FritsAhlefeldt.com