July 22. Trees in the park.

While I drew these pictures yesterday, an aquaintance happened by and kept me company on the park bench for awhile. She asked to look at my book.

"You know," she said, "some people keep nature journals, sort of a diary of drawings in a book."

"Really?" I said. "Cool."

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After she went on her way, I thought that I should start an autograph page in my book. People who look through the book could leave a mark. It wouldn't have to be their signature or name, but maybe a drawing or scribble or note. Or maybe I'll just write about them here.