I was at Old Sturbridge Village last weekend, and several of the hardworking folks around the Village quite kindly agreed to allow me to sketch them. (I think I owe people some cookies now) So, here are the fruits of a day with my sketchbook at OSV.
And, Chip. sitting in the Bullard Tavern.
Then I got distracted and spent the afternoon listening to Will tell stories in the print shop. Really, why is everyone there so interesting?