I live in a beach community on Long Island. Come Labor Day most year round residents are absolutely elated that they will be free of traffic, lines at the store and beautiful serene vistas to contemplate free of annoying things like beach umbrellas, humans and dogs. I always have been one to dance to my own tune (typical artist) and I have to bite my tongue so I don't blurt out "This is absolutely the saddest time of the year!"
While I don't have a traditional art journal (in a bound book) I do consider my daily art practice to be a kind of art journal. It reflects my moods and experiences in a more subconscious way. I often don't know how I am feeling until I look at my work at a later date. Reflecting on this postcard series I see an expression of a feeling of loss, a trip, a memory.