What I know I'll be traveling with is my field box of watercolors and a sketchbook.
When I first began traveling to Paris, it was to paint, and I always had a few days alone at the end of the trip, which meant plenty of time to fill sketchbooks with memories of days at the Rodin Museum or the Luxembourg gardens. My more recent visits have been less solitary, without many chances to pull out the paints and start sketching -- the little scribbles here date back over a decade.
I'm hoping that Mr. H. will humor me with a few idle hours to paint on this adventure because I find that by taking the time to capture something in a sketchbook, I'm able to remember the place and the moment so much more vividly.
Like this September afternoon in the Jardins du Luxembourg. The chairs seemed to be busy trading gossip and the shadows were fleeting as the sun dashed in and out of clouds. A lovely young Frenchman put down his copy of Anna Karenina long enough to ask me to coffee, and that was the end of sketching that day.
So many years have past, and so much in my life has changed. But those September 1999 Paris days are still alive in the pages of my sketchbook.
How do you create memories of your travels and adventures?