But honestly, I often forget to take photos. I notice things in abundance but rarely think to get the camera out. More often I take mental notes, even drawing or painting mental notes--trying to remember a juxtaposition of colors, or the pattern of leaves and tree trunks, or some other odd shape that catches my eye. Sometimes--though not when I'm driving, I assure you!--I get out my small traveling sketchbook and draw something.
This morning before I head south to DC I am going to visit the Brandywine River Museum, home of lots of Wyeth paintings of at least three generations: N.C., Andrew, Jamie, and assorted other siblings, cousins, in-laws, friends.
More later. Remind me to tell you about my conversations with my traveling companion, GPS Lady, on loan from a friend (thanks, Ellie!).