A day suffused with late summer's light and activity and emotion. First thing in the morning we took our oldest to the airport, as he is headed back to school - we'll see him again at Thanksgiving, which seems an impossible distance in the future. Later in the day, to please our youngest geologist, we went for a walk in Frick Park, looking for outcroppings of shale and limestone, and maybe even fossils. Wandered around in a creek bed, turned small rocks over, climbed a tiny waterfall, scared a crayfish, walked on logs, and so on. A grand and slightly muddy time. No certain fossils, but broken ceramic culvert pieces were temporarily mysterious, and the kids saw a frog, too. Stopped for ice cream after. Then in the evening, we went to the last concert of jazz at the reservoir and shared a picnic with friends. Painted this while listening to the band play, "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?" which they offered as a prayer for the safety of those in the path of the coming storm. So much to worry about, so much to be grateful for, so much to be done tomorrow, when suddenly it will be September.
August 2008 Archives
raveling today. Will post drawings when I'm home.
Because you really know you are on vacation when you can spend an hour at breakfast time drawing muntins and foliage... (We are staying at the Parker Guest House - a wonderful place.)
Sunrise from my hotel room. (One of the advantages of traveling to to a time zone two hours west of home is that I can wake up early without much difficulty.)
Postscript: I'm traveling tomorrow, and at the same time my hosting service is changing servers. Hope to have all straightened out when I get home...
Whew! After flight delays and a very close connection, I'm now in Snowmass Village, Colorado, slightly out of breath with altitude, but happily in my hotel room. Unfortunately, the Internet access is offered at a piratical daily rate, so I'm posting from my phone.
(At this point, feel free to imagine a sketch of an airport runway... Hope to be able to post tomorrow.)
I am here for the week, taking an interactive digital media workshop in the computer language Processing at the Anderson Ranch Arts Center. I assume that I'll be able to get back online and post tomorrow, but if not, I'll do a catch-up post when I get home on Saturday.
We went to the museum today, where I gave a reading of my book (event was lots of fun and well-attended), and then we stuck around just to have some museum time. I drew the brown bear in the discovery room, concentrating on the fur around the face, and all the different directions it grows. A few minutes later, I was looking back at the bear from the other side of the room and noticed the mountainous shapes of the back, shoulder, and neck, so my patient daughter looked at a few more mineral specimens while I drew that angle as well.
Dead bug from the stairwell, brought down to the living room so that I could draw it. "You are drawing that bug? That's the one that's been there for a long time. A very long time," observes the youngest member of the household. (I think I will put it in the garden rather than putting it back again now that I'm done. There are limits even to my laissez-faire housekeeping.)