Here I am at the TOB (the Transitional Office Building) which sounds like quite an uninspiring place to write, but in fact is filled with the history of dozens of SAWP writers buzzing away at their keyboards and notebooks; before that it was filled with hundreds of sorority girls for however many years blow-drying their hair and writing each other's mid-term essays. We are not sure what it is transitioning from or to... but we are part of that mysterious transition. It's been this way for years and years.
Yesterday, I took the kids for a hike to Pontatoc Ridge trail, I think my favorite trail with quick and easy access. It's closer than Sabino, with fewer people, and within a couple hundred yards you are pretty much in the lush desert, with lots of ups, downs, arroyos and, intermittently, gorgeous views all around town and beyond. I get tired of having to hike the road at Sabino.
We took a) the dog, and b) sketchpads for each of us. Oh, and my daughter would not want me to leave out c) snacks.
We had kind of a late start, and it's getting dark early, now. We made it maybe 3/4 of the way up the switchbacks, and ran out of time, so we found a good spot and stopped to sketch.
I am amazed at his drawing. We only sat for about 30 minutes. Wow.
My daughter drew this and that-- she would draw something and then have me guess whether it was something that she saw around her, or something that wasn't here. First she drew part of the ridge across from us, which I recognized. Then she drew vampire teeth. Then a butterfly.
Good times!
Now I'm warmed up and should move onward toward my NaNoWriMo novel before my students out-wordcount me into oblivion. Perhaps I will have a scene of artwork en plein air.
Yesterday, I took the kids for a hike to Pontatoc Ridge trail, I think my favorite trail with quick and easy access. It's closer than Sabino, with fewer people, and within a couple hundred yards you are pretty much in the lush desert, with lots of ups, downs, arroyos and, intermittently, gorgeous views all around town and beyond. I get tired of having to hike the road at Sabino.
We took a) the dog, and b) sketchpads for each of us. Oh, and my daughter would not want me to leave out c) snacks.
My son spent at least an hour going through my drawer of hiking equipment and packing his small frame pack so that he could carry the dog in back. I took out many of the items he had included, such as hand-warmers and the knot-tying game. But I enjoyed seeing him so focused and excited about the hike. Both kids did great-- many of the rocky parts of the trail were a real challenge to my daughter, who is a tall five-year-old, but she loved scrambling up them and felt very accomplished. Markey was patient, though a little anxious, in the backpack, and we didn't even receive any disapproving looks from ethical hikers who follow the rules (no dogs). I don't think Markey would have run after a javelina or taken down a bighorn sheep. He only weighs 4 1/2 pounds. My daughter carried her own water in a reservoir-- yea! That was (literally) a load off my shoulders.
We had kind of a late start, and it's getting dark early, now. We made it maybe 3/4 of the way up the switchbacks, and ran out of time, so we found a good spot and stopped to sketch.
My daughter drew this and that-- she would draw something and then have me guess whether it was something that she saw around her, or something that wasn't here. First she drew part of the ridge across from us, which I recognized. Then she drew vampire teeth. Then a butterfly.
Good times!
Now I'm warmed up and should move onward toward my NaNoWriMo novel before my students out-wordcount me into oblivion. Perhaps I will have a scene of artwork en plein air.
LOVE the picture of the three kids! It's a keeper for life!
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