Sketch(es) of the Day: Jaegersborg Deer Park Posted on September 17, 2014 by zeladoniac Posted in Adventure!, Art, Copenhagen, Denmark, Drawing, field sketching, mammals, natural history, Nature, nature journaling, Sketching, WildlifeTagged art, Copenhagen, Danish Wildlife, Deer Park, Denmark, drawing, Fallow deer, Klampenborg, life drawing, natural history, Nature, pencil drawing, sketchbooks, sketching, watercolor, Wildlife, works on paper It’s rutting season at the Jaegersborg Deer Park, or Dyrehave, in Klampenborg north of Copenhagen, where royalty once hunted but now 2,000 Fallow, Sika and Red deer roam free and protected from harm. Ancient oaks and twisted beeches here call to mind the etchings of Durer. The grasslands are dotted with forest stands, ponds and a small castle called the Hermitage, closed up but still grand and covered with fun decorative sculptures. It’s free and open to the public for hiking, biking, horseback riding, dog-walking, jogging, sunbathing, picnicking and stag sketching from what seemed like a safe distance. Pencil on 8 1/2 x 11 Stillman & Birn Alpha Series sketchbook. More fallow deer.- huge animals that never lose their spots. The males rested peacefully in the shade of giant beech trees until two got up to clack antlers and grunt. Pencil and watercolor on Stillman & Birn 8 1/2 x 11 Alpha Series sketchbook. Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
3 thoughts on “Sketch(es) of the Day: Jaegersborg Deer Park”
Wonderful! thx for sharing.
I’m so jealous of people who can sketch like this! I love the mere hints of structure and the antlers in the first drawing.
OK, so obviously, based on your last sketches, you went for the chocolates over the pastels! LOL Keep ’em coming! I love the spots on the deer! I play golf with a herd of 15 CA deer–I have no idea what species they are (and I am a native!). They can be brazen and somewhat critical of my performance based on their reactions. If they could articulate out loud I am sure they would share some opinions or pointers for me. One or two of them must recognize me, because they scramble awkwardly out of the fairway just to undermine my confidence as I tee up. Nature, got to love it.