One of my lifelong pleasures has been to go on vacations with my sketchbook. I wander around, finding hidden places to draw; sit down and get lost for a few hours. I have a whole collection of drawing journals. When I look at those pictures I remember exactly being there. Otherwise the days run into each other, my memory of the trip is blurrier, except for those moments drawing. So much better than taking pics. It’s far and away my favorite way to travel (of course not so much fun for a companion, so I often go alone).

This is from a trip to Venice (once upon a time I lived in Tuscany). Wedding cake architecture, gondolas, water, gulls, a moment on the Grand Canal.