One evening we were dining al fresco on our back deck. The light on our neighbor’s patio umbrella caught my eye, and I caught it with my Field Notes. A minute later, the light was gone.
Walking around Maple Leaf Park on a Saturday afternoon, I stopped for a few gestures of kids throwing a Frisbee. Then I continued walking.
Prolific sketcher Roy calls it sketchwaiting: What we do while we’re waiting for something or someone. When I arrived at our Green Lake meeting location, I looked around and didn’t see Kathleen yet. I started sketching a row of trees. This is as far as I got when I heard my name called.