Ramble #35

We got owls! We got frogs! We got THE MOON.

Yes, it’s another Ramble, coming to you live from the Meadows Preserve in Ojai, California.

For those of you new to the practice: I record these walk-and-talks every so often as a way to keep track of where my head’s at. If you’d rather read the dispatch, there’s a transcript attached to the end of this Patreon post, but Ramble #35 has particularly nice ambient noises, so I recommend popping on your headphones and maybe taking a walk of your own while you tune in.

Discussed in this Ramble:

Visual addenda:

Two tote bags full of sketchbooks

My sketchbook hoard! Twenty-two years of drawing!

A pencil sketch of a woman with dragon wings and a vaguely medieval tunic

The girl with dragon wings that Sadie requested. (Lord it has been too long since I thought about how to draw dragon wings.)

Two small creatures sitting across the table from each other. The first is saying "We can" and the other responds "go."

I asked Sadie’s younger sister if she’d draw me a tiny book about two squirrels named Nutty and Chewy, who were the frequent subject of improvised stories between me and my mum on long drives. I LOVE this drawing because Zina and I play a game where one person starts by saying “What if” and the other says “we” and the first person says another word and you keep going back and forth until you’ve devised a plan. GITA DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS, but these squirrels are absolutely us.

A single line running down a sketchbook page with a tiny figure drawn below itMy other favorite thing was this page from Sadie’s sketchbook, which baffled me until I realized that this is AN ACTUAL HAIR from her friend Abby, which she GLUED INTO HER SKETCHBOOK and then embellished with a portrait. Absolute genius. 10/10. Love it.

Many sincere thanks to my Patrons who keep me honest with this practice. A lot of this walk was about building momentum, a head of steam, a runway. I can feel it in my bones today. I sat down and wrote a twenty-page letter to an old shipmate who reached out from the mists of time to say hello!! To be clear: I have mail on my desk from 2022. This letter arrived Monday. No idea what’s gotten into me.

But we surf the wave when it comes around.