Drawing closer to nature

Perpetual journal entries of maidenhair fern (Adiantum jordanii) and a twig covered with moss and lichen. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.

To the degree that we are able to draw closer to Nature, to heal this broken primal relationship, our lives — mind, body, and spirit — take on a harmony, a grace, a wholeness, and an endlessly resourceful, gentle, and indomitable power.
~ Peter London ~


For the past year and a half, I have been doing something I treasure: keeping a perpetual journal. Inspired by the work of botanical artist Lara Call Gastinger, I took a blank artist’s journal and dated 52 spreads. Then, each week, I drew something I found on walks and hikes. At the beginning of this year, I went back to the first week and began adding another drawing to each week. I’ll do this for a few years until the pages are full and I need to start on another journal.

Seeing last year’s lily reminds me of driving up the Pacific coast to my son’s wedding.

Drawing and photography share traits. Both take a three-dimensional world and render it in two dimensions. Good examples of either have taken thought, experience, noticing, attentiveness. The best arise from the depths of the artist’s passions.

The two art forms also differ. Although some artists create photorealistic works, most drawings simplify the subject much further than a photo does, sometimes dramatically. An expressive line drawing can have a powerful impact with no detail whatsoever.

Perpetual journal entries of a bright scarlet waxy cap mushroom (Hygrocebe punicea) and the tiny white flowers of moutain mahogany (Cercocarpus betuloides). Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
I memorialize trips by choosing a plant from them, but most of the time I draw from my backyard hikes. The idea is to compose each spread so there’s room for other years.

Because I’m a nature photographer, I take photos outdoors. I occasionally take something home to photograph against a blank background. But mostly I’m enmeshed in the same environment as my subject. The light, air, wind, sky, dirt all affect the photo and the taking of the photo. As does the background. I’ve passed on many beautiful flowers because their backgrounds couldn’t do them justice.

Timing and light are crucial factors. On a sunny day, light for photography is best at either end of the day. On a cloudy day, it’s the opposite. To complicate things, clouds are always moving and changing light patterns. The place matters. The clear, blue light high in the mountains differs from the light saturated in the desert or softened by the sea.

Perpetual journal entries of a hot pink rose bay rhododendron flower (Rhododendron macrophyllum and the bud and leaves of a redwood lily (Lilium rubescens). Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
Last year I drove an hour each way to find a lily that, it turned out, wasn’t in bloom. But I memorialized it anyway. This year an even longer drive was rewarded with tree-height rhododendrons full of flowers.

All of that changes with drawing. You choose when and where and can give the work all the time in the world. You decide on the lighting. The background is often minimal, especially in botanical art. Even if you’re drawing outdoors, you can choose elements to include or leave out in a way the camera cannot.


The creation of art is not some esoteric activity of a gifted few; it is the natural way of forming meaning.


But the biggest difference, to me, is that drawing brings you even closer to the nature of the being you are seeing. Camera in hand, I am alert and attentive, looking for light, beauty, setting, contrast, interest. A macro lens brings me to minute grains of pollen on a petal, telling me bees have been visiting. A zoom lens shows me a party of tiny beetles in the heart of a flower. Then I stand up and take a picture of the light on my backyard mountain. Every walk can be wonder-filled.

Perpetual journal entry of witch hazel flowers with their tiny purple centers and orange threads. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
A winter trip to New York City had me walking in Riverside Park, near my sister’s apartment, and finding the magical threads of witchhazel in bloom (Hamamelis species)

Drawing is equally wonderful but different. With pencil in hand, I am not just seeing how a leaf or a petal folds. I’m making that same fold with my fingers. I’m participating directly in shapes, lines, mysteries. I see how leaves meet along stems. If I want to portray a petal, I need to see how it arises from the ovary, how it overlaps other petals. How its lines curve down and peek from underneath a neighboring petal. It’s not that I don’t see those things when I’m taking a photo. But I can leave the capturing of details to the camera. A drawing comes through my body.

First of three drawings of the fruit of California buckeye (Aeschylus California) in my perpetual journal. This is the fruit still on the tree. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
The same plant can show up throughout the year. Here is the fruit of a California buckeye (Aesculus californica) still on the tree in the fall.
Second of three drawings of the fruit of California buckeye (Aeschylus California) in my perpetual journal. This is the large, reddish-brown seed on the ground with it's wrinkled, discarded case. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
At the end of the year, I drew the huge seed (a chestnut) and the withering pod. I tend to put things I find on the ground at the bottom of the page.
Third of three drawings of the fruit of California buckeye (Aeschylus California) in my perpetual journal. The large seed, its reddish-brown casing cracking open, has begun to sprout and grow its first leaves. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
This spring I found a sprouting seed and its first leaves. Last year in the same February week I found a white sport of the usually very blue houndstongue (Cynoglossum officianale)

In 2007 and 2009, I took two art workshops called Drawing Closer to Nature. Both were the richest art experiences I’ve ever had. Everything about them — the brilliant Peter London who led them, the wildly creative participants, the way we went about fulfilling Peter’s ‘encounters’ — was sublime. The quotes throughout this essay are from a book he wrote with the same name.


Each form, examined, provides the observer a distinctive lens through which Nature manifests a different aspect of itself.


Discouraged by feeling he had reached the end of his decades-long artistic life as an abstract expressionist, Peter had an epiphany on a wintry, post-storm beach walk. Nature was everywhere, insistent, forming and in formation at every moment. The lines left in the sand as the tide receded spoke to him of the complex forces creating them. Gravity, wind, topography, the moon and stars. The water itself, its resistance, viscosity, surface tension. All working “in tandem upon the denser stuff of the universe, [drawing] these exquisite and delicate lines.”

Perpetual journal entry of a purple Douglas iris (Iris douglasisna) and a Propertius duskywing moth I found resting on the trail. Drawings by Betsey Crawford.
Because I don’t pick wildflowers, I mostly draw them from photos. Also true of butterflies and moths, like this duskywing that was resting comfortably on the trail and stayed still for a photo shoot. Other inspirations — leaves, sticks, lichen, pinecones, seeds — can come home with me.

Deciding that “the way Nature creates the world is the way I want to create art,” his art took a different direction. I join his host of students in saying that mine did, too. As a landscape designer, I had been creating in and with the natural world for many years. I had been drawn to plants since early childhood. Over my art table is a landscape I painted at age nine. Nevertheless, I left his workshops open to larger visions of drawing and painting my way closer to nature.


We do not transform Nature by our efforts; Nature transforms us by our efforts.


The perpetual journal is part of that exploration into the heart of the green world. It’s a continuing meditation on detail, surprise, joy, discovery. On nature itself, on my journey through the year, on the intricacies and beauties that our gorgeous Earth showers on us. It gives me, to quote Peter, a “quiet and sufficient sense of wonder.”

Two orchids from very different times of the year. A pink fairy slipper orchid (Calypso bulbosa) on the left, blooming briefly late in winter. A white flowering rein orchid (Plantathera dilatata) on the right, blooming in July near the ocean, where the weather stays cool and wildflowers sometimes bloom all summer.
Two orchids from very different times of the year. A fairy slipper orchid (Calypso bulbosa) on the left, blooming briefly late in winter. A rein orchid (Plantathera dilatata) on the right, blooming in July near the ocean, where the weather stays cool and wildflowers sometimes bloom all summer.

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