I spent today as an election worker, writing voter names into a little book. Because today was a primary election, not many voters turned out to my little country polling place in the township firehouse. During lulls, I read Hannah Hinchman's A Trail Through the Leaves, chatted with the three other women working the polls, and made sketches of the state park woods across the road. I struggled to capture the varying leaf textures of each tree species -- big and glossy like the cucumber trees, fine and light like the cherry trees, and dense and robust like the sugar maples. Even on non-artistic days, I'm trying to squeeze sketching into my life to keep my hand limber.
