I wish I could do art journalling. Scrapbooking is wonderful for recording memories, events, moments. But sometimes, I just want to respond to something, to record my thoughts and feelings about it, to write; not quite knowing where it's going, but seeing where it takes me. And I want a picture for it, not just as a pretty illustration but as something which interacts with the words, shaping, complementing, amplifying, adding something more ... That's what happened here - a throwaway remark about my parents' move to our home shortly, tucked away for later thought. Perhaps I could call it 'photo journalling'?
From the sea to the land, and the allotment. There may even be a scrapbook page about it next week. I'm warning you now - it may involve a lot of brown mud and slugs. Only the language is likely to be colourful! See you then?