IT WAS A Sunday afternoon on a beautiful day. Canyon wrens flitted about on the rock walls of the old building. I think that’s what they were. I only know them by sound. Walkers chatted in the distance about nothing. The flag pole still has no cable. I haven’t figured out how to run up some art flags I have in mind. Everything else seemed simple. Meredith went to draw at Spalding Plot number 8. There were javelinas living there in the study plot, making a mess of things, trampling all over it, making wallows in the dirt. They are part of the ecology. We humans stay outside the boundary and contemplate, observe, and sketch. I was still recovering from a flu so I sat in a chair on the Desert Lab entrance and worked on a drawing I had started earlier in my sketchbook.