Well, I'm off to Germany to meet my little grandson, "Max", and of course, visit with my daughter, Rachel, and son-in-law, Gerd. About the only thing I enjoy about the actual time of traveling is the opportunity to sit around, for hours in most cases, and watch people. I always carry my sketch book with me most everywhere I go. It's so easy to spend a brief hour or two sitting in one place observing and drawing the activities around me. I never impose or intrude on anyone and will move to a different location if I am being noticed. Families bond and separate, business deals transpire and many travelers lounge in a complete state of exhaustion, waiting for a much anticipated or dreaded trip to who-knows-where. What better way to pass the time than to document, in my own language, my take on the world passing me by. The making of marks on paper, as my eyes move through the terminal, leaves me with a recorded page in my journal and unique feeling of a "sense of place" in my heart that no purchased souvenir can capture.
