Late in the day the sun lit up the far trees and the field grew darker. People stopped by to inspect the trucks and the owners were proud to show off the engines and inner workings. One truck roared to life and rumbled around the outer edge of the field.
I had been sketching all day and the sketches were getting looser. Every moment in this camp felt like history coming alive, so I kept working.
After this sketch was complete, the camp was ready to start breaking down for the night. Some tents would stay in place since some soldiers were staying an extra night. I has a wonderful Google translate conversation with one soldier. He showed my his collection of WWII memorabilia and among the items was an original 75th Infantry patch. I have become Facebook friens]ds with many of the people from this weekend. It is indeed a small world.
Inwas extremely thankful for the hospitality because Seacoast bank had cut me off from the funds I had save for this trip. Each day it seemed I might end up homeless someplace in Europe. I had set up my bills as auto payments so bills didn’t need to be mailed off. I just found out that those auto payments have stopped. I need to spend a day continuing to repair the damage caused by fraud and my bank’s assumption that I was to blame. As the world crumbles around me I need to keep moving forward. Despite the distractions. I continue to get a sketch of two done every day.