Do you keep a journal of your travels? I have always kept journals. They are filled with memories that photographs just can't measure up to. If I thought something was big, I painted it BIG. If I thought something was funny , I painted the humor. I always paint my response to what I see, so my paintings are triggers for all my memories.
I thought it would be fun to share one of my trips with you. This is a journal that has a trip to Atlanta for a trade show. Below are just a few of the journal entries that tell this particular story. Come along with me!
We left from Colorado early in the morning. It was January and there was quite a bit of snow on the high plains. By the time we reached Kansas in the mid day, we saw a pretty sky and lots of cattle.
We spent the night in Topeka and saw a beautiful sunrise when we started driving the second travel day.My journal says Tulsa - it's not. Why can't I remember I'm driving through Topeka? I've never been to Tulsa!
We saw a lot of beautiful tree in Missouri. Missouri is my home state, and always speaks to me when we drive through. And my son, daughter-in-law and new grandbaby live there too!
We spent the night with our kiddos and drove over the Mississippi into Illinois on the last day of our drive. I have my knitting on the dashboard!
We drove through hardwood forest in souther Illinois and Tennessee. "See Rock City" painted on the side of a barn outside of Chatanooga, TN is always nostalgic for me. We took so many road trips to Florida over my life and this is as familiar as the St Louis Arch to me.
One last "full moon" painting I made because after all, there was a full moon!
Once my booth was set up, then I waited for customers to buy my art.
These two ladies were from Georgia
The woman on the left was not interested. So noted!
But these two women loved my cards and bought them for their shop. If you visited my booth I probably made a painting of you. There are a lot of them in this book! I call it reference material.
And the show ended. We retraced our steps home, very tired and doing lots of paperwork in the car.
I painted a beautiful sunrise in New Rocheport, MO as we headed west.
And...have you ever seen cows walk in a straight line? I have not, at least not out in a field. They probably do it all the time. I saw these cows in Kansas.
We spent the night in western Kansas. The rest of the way home we saw big beautiful skies, which I love and can never paint enough of them.
And that's the better part of a travel journal from my sketchbook. How do you record your experiences? I draw and paint it all, and would love to hear about yours.