Sunday, July 7, 2013

Treasures

I was rounding up some materials to do some plein air doodling yesterday afternoon and happened across this guy among my supplies.
These pencils belonged to my grandfather. He used them when he was surveying in central America, so I estimate these are 30-50 years old. I am sad to say I can't remember the circumstances under which he gave them to me, but every time I come across them among my things I feel like they are magical.

Some of them aren't even sharpened yet. I've never actually done anything more than doodling with them because they are so precious to me. If I had to pick a handful of my personal effects that meant the most to me, this box of pencils is definitely on the list.

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