I’m a firm believer in documenting my travels; as I flip though my sketchbook I’m immediately transported. I went with family on a long planned Alaska trip almost 2 years ago. As I page though my travel journal I remember each place we visited.

I close my eyes and I’m in the hall where hundreds of these delightful wire fish sculptures were hanging, each one made by a student at the local school.

I can almost feel the cool breeze crossing the water.

And sense the bittersweet feeling I had upon seeing the glorious sunrise as we landed back in the lower 48.

All my photographs could be erased from my hard disk in a major computer disaster and I wouldn’t care… as long as I still had my journal!

Tomorrow… day three.