
Along my morning walk this morning I decided to carve out imaginary space by drawing a corner of the tree horizon in my notebook. The white of the page is the field. A few shadows, I could not resist scribbling them in. But mostly I wondered to myself about the contours of the trees, analyzing their relationships to each other. The lines are like handwriting that asks questions. Who is taller? Which is fuller? What linear paths reveal these feathery silhouettes?
Took the walk before working today. The air was cool, the sky slightly overcast. My walk was still quite hot enough after an hour. Washington is humid this time of year. I managed not to wilt.
Passed my friends the koi, but we didn’t speak. They were being lazy, and I was preoccupied. We passed each other in friendly, understanding silence.
This is one of several fast drawings I made. Quick thoughts and impressions. Mentally to travel the zigzags of leaf and stem where their tops cross the sky with my pen like a finger pointing.