This book is a facsimile of Robert Frank. The book is above all a working document of Leaf's thoughts. Drawing is her primary medium, an approach explained in her first written entry of 26 November, 1974: "I don't usually like to write because I am more satisfied by an action." Her sketches are exploratory, inquisitive, incomplete: for example she refines a motif as simple as a knot over days and weeks, drawing it in different ways until it becomes no more than a detail in a larger, more complex picture. Leaf is not afraid to express the difficulty of the creative process, her frustration as well as her progress: "I've come to a dead stop. Should make a sculpture - don't want to! Should play the fiddle - don't want to! Should take a walk - too cold. Where's the inspiration?" Amidst such uncertainty Leaf's husband remains a constant source of inspiration: representations of Frank are scattered throughout the book, from its opening pages to the last, unpretentious entry of 24 April, 1975: "Blue book ends."