Sketching is meditative. It's a pleasure to calmly explore shapes, make marks on paper and see the beauty of a drawn line. The rest of the world falls away. Though this spread is not much of anything, when I look at it I recall the experience of creating it, the effort of trying to understand Zoey's structure and physical characteristics through drawing. I'm also reminded of my deep affection for her. It started as a small drawing of the chopping block and hatchet outside while I sat on the deck, then I was forced to go inside by rain. And there was Zoe.