Without having my paints accessible this month, I made my motto "Have Sketchbook, Will Travel". Now how did that old gem pop into my head? Three shells go out to the first person that names the obscure source I am mimicking. Beware, you will reveal that you are over forty if you answer.
More seriously now.....
I keep a flat wooden plate on our coffee table for saving things that I bring home from vacations. The items remind me of places I've been: climbing on the rocks by the sea outside Capetown (near Melkbosstrand, Liz), walking on the beach at Tofino, trekking over the tundra in Iqaluit and swimming in the churning waves of Puerto Vallarta, on my own, the only gringo foolish enough or brave enough. A woman from Mexico City finally joined me in the water and said to me, in broken English, "Gracias, you help me be brave to swim in waves." We really weren't in very deep but you couldn't tell that from the shore. The biggest problem? Not stingrays. Not sharks. Not a riptide. Twas the crashing waves that churned up the coarse sand and deposited it into bathing suits.
P.S. For those of you who know that I love feathers, you may have wondered why there are none on this plate which is obviously full of things from nature. Roxie, the cat, likes to pretend any feathers within her reach are still part of a bird and she chews them to smithereens.