Certain seasons make me itch for the road, to be on the move, to travel. The last five years have found my wings clipped and I am aching for a good road trip. Last August I had the opportunity to spend a week in South Lake Tahoe with family. One of the highlights was the day I drove over the hill to Nevada and the Great Basin to a small town where I spent the afternoon at the cemetery in the shade of a tree with a sketchbook and my watercolors.

With so many road sketches I am tempted to create a book of the same title. I have always tried to grasp the passage by train, boat, plane or foot, with words and drawings.

Time to hit the road – and enjoy the landscape – if only in the next county…

Waiting for the train in Belgrade

Waiting for breakfast in Krakow.