This summer I could not mountain bike as my knee was recovering from an accident. I spent a lot of time out in the woods and near the river. And I spent a lot of time drawing. Using an ink pen, sometimes thick, sometimes fine, I drew everything I saw. I spent hours experiencing the wind and sun and earth. I was rewarded with the siting of many animals like snakes, ninja chipmunks, blue herons, and gigantic, I mean humungous beavers. Artists and anyone who is trying to create something under pressure often talk about the fear of the blank canvas or the white paper. This summer taught me that the fear of a blank page is just the pause before the art begins. If I am fearing the canvas, I need to pause more. Sometimes the pause takes minutes, sometimes hours and days. The best part was that the rhythm of my pausing before creating art seemed to align with the rhythm of my environment. My drawings were quite literal which is not what I expected. And I know that I have taken my art to a whole different level.