I am never alone when I travel. Always accompanied by ink and paper. I am drawn to old beautiful buildings, carrying stories of former inhabitants and witnesses to the comings and goings of souls, old and new, walking along the sidewalks. With each line to document the experience, I float to a space of reverie. The “What if’s?” and the “What was it like living in the glory days?”. I am never alone when I travel. Always accompanied by ink and paper. And by a special friend - Imagination.
