Another series of wrought iron rubbings. For some reason the days I choose this excersise are cold with a damp breeze and I can only do a few of these before my fingers hurt. Shown here, a stop at the Maryland Historical Society's fence;
Even though a patrol officer nodded in approbation as she passed and a young man told me he thought it was really cool, I am now a bit shy about which examples I should select. After all, I don't want to get scolded and chased off, again. That gets old, so any site suggestions would be welcome!
