One of the things I was determined to do on my Ireland trip was to keep a journal every day.
I helped myself out by sketching in a little map of the first day's travels ahead of time.
I had a small, but still 80-page journal to fill, so once I arrived, I sketched, wrote and added ephemera like train ticket stubs, boarding passes and brochures, trying to fill the whole book.
(This three-faced stone head I sketched from a postcard I bought for my dad at the National Archaeology Museum).
This was a travel/nature journal, and I gave special attention to trees (for C's benefit) and birds and wildflowers.
While traveling by train and bus from Dublin to Dingle, I kept a running commentary on what I saw/heard as we went along (and wrote a limerick for my travel-mate while passing through Limerick).
My journaling style is very much running narrative: "We did this and then we did that and saw this and I thought that..." Not terribly literary or lyrical, but a place to store memories, perhaps for later clean-up into something a bit fancier.
Originally, I had planned on taking along a mini watercolor kit, but at the last minute I decided to take my colored pencils along instead.
I thought waiting for watercolors to dry would be a problem.
Also, I never did learn how to watercolor paint. (What looks like a dirty smudge on this picture, above the seals, is really a glued-in bit of Blasket Island sheep wool).
Whenever I had a five-minute breather, and just needed a break from all the togetherness that an intimate traveling group plus writing residency engenders, I would hide out in a corner of my guesthouse room and work on my Dingle Birds--a page of all of the new avian species I got to know there.
I also collected new wildflower species, both in pressed versions and in sketches (this one is heather--which I was ridiculously excited to see in real life, and sprigs of which I kept pinching off whenever I got the opportunity).
And my journal came with on our crazy climb up to Eask Tower, and, despite the tight time constraints, I basked a moment on the cliff's edge and sketched the tower. It's amazing how drawing (no matter how poorly) helps you to really see so much better. I had not noticed that the tower tapered toward the bottom as well as the top, until I drew it incorretly, with a straight side.
In the end, I didn't quite make it to page 80. But, after I added a few poems our director shared with us, and once I tape in a few more brochures, I should have only about six or eight blank pages. I think this may be my favorite souvenir of the trip (even more than the two sweaters I accidentally bought myself...).
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See also Nature Journaling as Meditation for more on starting a nature journal.