Sometimes I like the contrast of an all-photo page next to a page of all writing. The strange b&w rose postcard is a vintage find from the Esceri flea market. It was so hot on the day I bought it. I was panting as I rifled through the old boxes. The kind vendor hosed us down with a giant mister, soaking our shirts. I held up my arms with postcards in both hands so I didn't get them wet. My sister found her communist patron saint from the same lady. We were gaggling over it when the woman's boyfriend came over, took the passport in his hand and studied it closely. "My father!" he blurted out in a dramatic voice. He probably didn't expect the big booming laughs that erupted from us. The Moss Sisters laughing in unison. Plug your ears!
Those are the things I remember when I use these bits & pieces of ephemera in my book. Each thing has a memory associated with it.
Even the bits of handwritten advertising I pulled off walls and poles.
I've posted about this before, but it bears repeating. Keeping a travel journal while traveling is a full-time job. On nights when I was tired I made sure that I at least got the writing & heading part completed. I leave blank pages in between to go back and add my photos. I'm enjoying this part very much.
Having twins? Ever thought of a singular name for both children? Just a thought…