Parked the bike at Taimali, found a shady spot under an old casuarina tree, and drew what was in front of me: black volcanic sand, scattered rocks, a ribbon of white surf, and a faint mountain floating on the horizon.

The sketch is quick and imperfect, but it holds the wind and the stillness of that moment better than my photos do. Pink morning glories were blooming along the sand, so I gave them a little row at the bottom of the page. 🌸

Sketch in travel: slow down, look closely, put it on paper.