Memories Journal #10 and #11

I am a west coast gal, and never thought about visiting a place like New York City. It seemed like a different country to me, and almost a little scary. I couldn't be more wrong! In 2010, my family and I flew back east for vacation. My husband and I stayed in a quaint hotel in Greenwich Village, and explored Manhattan on foot. Central Park was my favorite part of the city. 

This sketch is taken from an actual photo my husband took of the Flatiron building.

On that same trip, we visited New Jersey. Our destination was the beach in Pleasant Point, and spent the day on Jenkinson's Boardwalk. Even though it was very hot, it was another great memory made with my cheeks sore from smiling so much. This sketch was also taken from my own camera of the boardwalk.

Memories Journal #7

In 1999, I moved to Arizona thinking there would be a better life for me in the desert. I thought I would be tan all of the time, and never cold. Well, I stayed very pale and cold because being outside in 110 degrees was terrible. The air conditioning was constantly running, which is why I stayed cold. However, northern Arizona is absolutely stunning. I loved the red rock, the high altitude and cooler temperatures. A year after moving to Arizona, I moved back to Oregon as I was not cut out for all of that sunshine.

Memories Journal #6

Just 18, and a trip to San Francisco? Yes please! I spent a weekend in 1990 in San Fransciso exploring the entire city by foot. It was my first time over the Golden Gate Bridge. A memory of a lifetime!

Traveling vicariously by Art Journal #2

Since coming back from vacation in March in Iceland, I think I am ready for someplace with warmer temperatures. Don't get me wrong, Iceland is GORGEOUS, and like no other place on this earth I am convinced. But sideways rain, and having to wear snowboots on spring break wasn't as comfortable as the places I would be listed below. 

Despite the giant pythons and alligator-eating-children in Florida, I would love to see Key West. Something about all of those pastel buildings and islands that scream tropical vacation, without leaving the states!

What's even better than Florida? Tuscany Italy! While it may not have warm sandy beaches and cold fruity alcholic beverages, the vineyards and rolling hills seem romantic and dreamy just as well. This is my husband's dream vacation, and I really hope to get there with him for that honeymoon we never were able to take.

Dandelions

Seeing those giant dandelions in my yard, I usually will struggle to pull them. They are easy to break at the root, and just grow back! But then, after doing some reading up on the benefits of this plant, I have a little more respect for it! I still will pull most of them that are invasive, but will definitely make a wish while blowing the delicate seeds.

Memories Journal #4

Southern Oregon is a place like no other. Golden hills, pear orchards, volcanic areas to the east, coastal mountains to the west, and the Rogue Valley is deep. I spent 8 years of my childhood here-from age 6 to 14, and feel like it is truly home. It does not have the rain fall that Portland does, and it can get hot. What is really unique about Southern Oregon is there are not one, but TWO table rocks very close by. I hiked one during a 6th grade field trip, and was amazed by the unique nature there. This sketch shows one of the table rocks. I truly love this area with my whole heart, and feel complete when I go back to visit.

Memories Journal #3

In October 1978, I was almost six years old, and with my 25 year old mother, she drove us from North Carolina cross country to Oregon. I recall spending days in that old car looking out the window, but don't remember much except one place-Texas. This is not one of my good memories. Our car had major trouble and we were stuck. I remember the fear I felt from my mom, and I didn't like the landscape of where we were. There were these ugly 'hammer machines' everywhere, and later I learned these were oil pumps. It was so vastly different from the trees and lushness of where we had come from. To this day, I still see Texas as a negative place. I have only been there once since, and that was on another cross country trip in 2012. No breakdowns then.