This page is from a pigment-collection journal that I made to record excursions to collect colored clays with a friend near Brasstown, NC. We each made a journal to keep maps, notes on processing, samples of the paints we made, and little plastic bags of the actual processed pigments. This page records a fine trip that we made early one morning to the Chatuga Dam area when the lake was very low and we were able to dig clay out of exposed banks. This is the best maroon color I've ever found.
This page from the same journal records a golden yellow that we found in the middle of my friend's road one sunny morning.
My grandson Luca was 5 years old when we went on an adventure to draw haunted houses near his house in rural New Hampshire. Luca and his brother and I have had a tradition for the past few years of making a trek to the same haunted house, crouching down in the adjacent woods and sitting on a moss-covered log (snow-covered in winter), and drawing the house whilst speculating on the activities we infer from the clues we spot as we draw. On the occasion of this drawing, Luca and I were alone, and at Luca's suggestion, we sat side by side on the log and both started drawing the house. After around 15 minutes we changed sides, and he drew on my drawing and I drew on his. After another 15 minutes we changes again. We enjoyed the way we couldn't tell his from mine, but both our styles had mixed together and resulted in something more wonderful than either of us could have done alone. (We also decided that someone was living in the house, but only in one downstairs back room, and coming and going daily with fresh supplies for exactly what we do not yet know.)