It's been a long time since I attempted drawing from a live model. And I've never attempted to draw a live model constantly on the move with nothing more than a 3B Berol pencil. I wore it down in this very brief session on watercolor paper. Not expecting to use it at all, I didn't pack a knife or a sharpener either. Nevertheless, the study was challenging and as such, fun.
More fun was had on the sidelines watching part of the all day, six day, Indian wedding ceremony: The arrival of the groom on the back of a dapple gray bedecked in jeweled saddlery. He rode a few feet down the beach to where his kin were gathered in all their finery. From there, with great fanfare, (to which I contributed an encouraging whoop or two that would impress Native Americans), he lead them on foot up to a terrace of the hotel where the bride and her kin awaited. Naturally, I took a few photos, but that was as far as I went. My friend went further. She didn't crash the ceremony, but she did play the peeping Tom to get a glimpse of the bride in a gorgeous hot pink sari encrusted with silver beading. My friend sews. She's not into photography. Pity.
I SLEPT THROUGH THE BREAK OF DAY. FROM THE LOOKS OF THIS SUNRISE PHOTO, THE UNADJUSTABLE IPAD CAMERA CAN'T TAKE A DIRECT SHOT OF THE SUN ONCE IT'S IN THE HEAVENS.