Oh the fun of poking around Alameda Pt, a former navy base, looking for interesting scenes on a mild Spring day. An opening in a fence I’d never seen before created an opportunity to find old guns mounted near the flight tower. I wonder where they came from? Off a ship? From which era or war? No clue. It was rusty and interesting and I forgot my regular paint sketchbook so I found another sketchpad in the back of my car (which is why my trunk is overflowing with stuff as it gives me MacGyver opportunities to sit on a beach, paint and draw, view birds through a scope). It was both a piece of interesting war machinery and a bit chilling, wondering of its history. Implements of war—fascinating and terrifying at once. I can only imagine the terror of seeing something like this in action.
watercolor, pen on paper