Illuminating

My collection of sketchy, daily Moleskines dates back to 2006. They all share a common trait…empty centers. In the summer months I don’t spend as much time drawing/writing/creating in my Moleskine. There are other things to do.

Continuing the scribbly lined tree theme for the year.

While I slowly cooked my breakfast this morning, and listened to the latest edition of The Economist, I did a little illuminating. Some might call it doodling, and that is not a wholly inaccurate description of the activity. However, this was doodling with intent after self-assessing my annual habits.

This one is the closest to.a doodle of the them all. It was wonderfully meditative creating the little loops…leaves, bows, who knows?

I also made a conscious choice not to go farther than the pen work on these. I’m giving my overburdened/distracted/outdoorsy future self a chance to play with watercolors later. Yep, I’m making coloring pages for myself.

Faint lines of perspective visible.

The garden club I belong to (Four Seasons Garden Club) plants a tree each year to celebrate Arbor Day and Earth Day. We plant each one at a school in the area, so the kids can help with the planting. Fun is had by all.

Here’s how Arbor Day came into being according to the History Channel: https://www.history.com/topics/holidays/the-history-of-arbor-day.

The modern idea of an arbor is more of a garden structure for shelter and/or plant support.

My sketch taps into a memory from my childhood of our elm-lined street. Everyone’s house had one or two elms on the parkway. Their canopy covered the street in a cathedral of moist, verdant shade. Blistering summer heat never penetrated that shield, and raucous winds were caught and mitigated by the high branches and leaves.

The monoculture planting that created this beautiful effect showed its inherent weakness when it was devastated by Dutch Elm disease…one by one the trees came down.

A smattering of new trees (more varied for greater resiliency and to address individual’s tastes) were planted. Volunteer trees that grew in convenient locations were left alone to flourish where they sprouted.

The neighborhood was never completely restored.

The strength of a tree is in a forest.

Years ago in the living arbor of Door County

A single tree can provide some shelter, but for a true arbor you need the forest to envelop you.

On the day Daylight Savings Time begins.

I finished today’s illuminations with a return to a bit of doodling. These were created by outlining a petterned glass candleholder that lives on my kitchen counter. I offset it a bit and partially outlined it again. Do we think this will likely end up with a clock face? Not only possible, but probable.

Enjoy your weekend!

Teeny Mountain Ranges

It’s been a strange day. I had a plan for the day, and Mother Nature’s desire to play with power lines using gusts of wind has diverted me from my tasks.

My calendar got a pocket yesterday, and I had a couple of pieces of construction paper scrap in the pocket for some other time.

Now turned out to be the other time. Inspired by @estherup TikTok posted to Pinterest (search finds no match for me to link).

I made teeny mountains.

You may have noticed I mentioned scraps with an “s”. I had so much fun doing the first one, I made a second one for my altered book.

This time I made a winter mountain scene using a chalk pencil that was part of a SketchBox. I’ve taped it into the altered book to preserve the chalk, but there was a little smearing on the far right mountain top as I taped it into the book.

The resulting smear reminds me of a wind-blown swirl of snow lifted from the mountain top. And just like that, this post comes full circle to the effect of wind driving action.

Rose for 5-Day Challenge

I’ve been having some fun in my altered book. Sunday’s cosmo prompt filled in one side of the spreads hide-away page.

This morning I came across a Facebook post of a David Suzuki quote (text below in case you can’t read my mediocre handwriting):

The way we see the world shapes the way we treat it. If a mountain is a deity, not a pile of ore; if a forest is a sacred grove, not timber; if other species are biological kin, not resources; if the planet is our mother, not an opportunity—then we will treat each other with greater respect. Thus is the challenge, to look at the world from a different perspective.

David Suzuki

The flower challenge for Monday morning was a rose.