Traveling is the perfect time to sketch. You’ve got your camera, your sketchbook, interesting new places to see, free time, and a desire to capture the feeling of an unfamiliar environment. There is something very rewarding in sketching on location, where the sights and smells and ambiance of a place become embedded in a drawing in a way that just doesn’t happen for me when I take photos. Sketchbooks take on a life of their own too, as they get jostled in your pack, exposed to the elements, soiled by their surroundings. They remain something like a living testament to that time, for better or worse. You don’t re-write them to tell the story you wanted to tell. They tell the story that happened.