Not so long ago, sketching was an unpleasant experience for me. I would look at what I had drawn and wonder if these scribbles would ever look like an adult had done them. They were scary. I will still make some initial marks on the paper and say, “Oh, my…,” and start over. An amazing thing about drawing is that the more I do it, the more pleasurable it becomes. It is as if I haven’t really “seen” a place until I sketch it. My favorite sketching tool is a pen with watercolor washes. I sketched these in Arizona last month in the late afternoon when the sun was blazing down on the front of the condo and we sat in the shade out back. These are fifteen minute sketches, or however long it takes to sip a glass of iced tea.