Buried Treasure

Late last night I was searching through one of my drawers in the bedroom, when buried underneath a bunch of stuff was this black, spiral sketchbook that I had started creating in this exact time last year.

It was kind of like finding old photographs.

Or buried treasure.

I had totally forgotten about it.

It was so awesome to find it, I have to admit.

I remember when I made these spreads.

I was trying to let a story unfold.

I see them now, and I think “wow”.

I had no idea.

No clue.

Not even an inkling of knowledge,

of what really laid ahead.

And it was only a year ago.

I think I’m going to pick up where I left off.

At least for a little bit.

Then let it get lost again.