I must have had two dozen of them....always waiting to be used.
I have to admit, they intimidated me.
I felt as if I had to strike a poetic pose...really write something profound.
Then I married Paul...a writer.... and he kept a wine/travel journal...
a behemoth, stuffed, over-sized book-of-a-thing.
OMG what amazing, detailed notes.
When we married he was on #9.
That pushed me over the edge. I started to keep a travel diary.
I decided that I would just document the things we did.
Paste in business cards, jot down notes.....including wine and food notes.
In the end they actually did take on a hint of the poetic.
When I first looked at Paul's I realized that all the 'stuff'...paper ephemera...clippings...really were fascinating and esthetic.
At the end of a busy day, I love to paste and clip....
and sometimes a drawing or two seem to hop on the page.
I also carry a tiny notebook...(I found these little treasures at the La Fenice gift shop)....they are very useful during the day...when I don't/won't drag my larger journal around the city.
It's wonderful being able to go back over my notes and remember the places we've been.
It's also extremely useful...every year before my return to Venice,
I scour my notes and jot down which restaurants I want to revisit...
which sestieri I'd love to spend more time photographing....
which galleries were intriguing.......
(ps....the last four images are Paul's travel/wine diary...)