Spring equinox is still three days away, but Saturday was temperate with plenty of sun breaks to make everyone cheerful. The Urban Sketchers hit the waterfront park to see the cherry blossoms edging toward wonderful while listening to some intermingled live punk-SKA music at an anti-racism demonstration. However, since at a glance everyone was white and in the de rigueur dishabille of rebellious youth, at first we thought they were skinheads. The very loose watercolor on brown dry-media paper feels old to me, like a casual painting on whatever was available on an afternoon in 1931. A few of us then went to see Tim’s Vermeer, which I really enjoyed; not a lot of sketching, but a lot of fun.