What Happens When I Get Bored

I've heard it said that only boring people get bored, but hey, surely even the most interesting folks have to wait for buses at times, right?  And that is boring.  As is sitting in conference rooms waiting for the meeting to start.  So at these times, I haul out the little 2x3 inch sketch book that I always have in my purse, and spend those 5, 10, 15 or so minutes drawing whatever happens to be in front of me.

Here are some of these sketches from the past few months.

What I see from my office doorway (waiting for a student to show up for an advising appointment):

In the boring conference room, waiting for the meeting to start (the meeting itself was also boring, but once people arrive, they tend to notice you sketching them):

Waiting for the bus on 15th Avenue:

At the Fred Hutch waiting for the shuttle to the U:

Waiting in my credit union lobby:

I spent an hour in the credit union getting my account number changed:

There are also sketches in this little book that are not a result of boredom but rather done during a lunch time walk whenever I spotted a nice view.  This is the footbridge at the Arboretum:

And here are some boats under the University bridge:

Most of the sketches, though, involve waiting for something.  Here I am at the Magnuson Park Promontory Ponds, waiting for a Black Phoebe (that never turned up):

And from just last Sunday, sitting on my front porch waiting for Michelle to arrive with Winston and Chloe for a dog walk outing:

You can tell by the unfinished look of the right-hand side that they turned up before I could finish!