Me posing in Anguilla while Rose is busy getting ready for her full day at the Dune Preserve.
Busy port in St. Maarten
When I travel, I tend to forget that everywhere I go is still home to someone. People live there, work there, get born there, go through good and bad times there. I’m taking pictures like there’s no tomorrow, taking it all in like fresh air. But to others, it’s what they see everyday and fight not to take for granted. I’ve noticed it where I live also. We live in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, and while I’m very used to the sight of the mountains, the hiking, the babbling rivers, others will travel in cars and big tour buses to stay in little cabins out here and experience it. So no matter where you’re living today, where you call home is special. I’m going to try to appreciate my corner of the world a little more today. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
Our corner of the world during the peak fall tourist season.
What started out to be a picture of some cool rocks turned out to be a picture of people taking pictures. 🙂 Cameras, touring, snapping pictures that later will be memories….all a very big part of traveling for most people. It’s always interesting to see if the cameras reflect the people’s personalities: the little pink one for the young girl, the ultra compact for the European traveler, the larger one for the more “serious” photographer. Sometimes the camera choice just means that that’s the camera you have, or the one you can afford. All I know is that as much as I like my bigger camera, sometimes when I’m traveling it gets to be a pain. And I long for a little small pocket 35mm that I used to have back in college that long ago went to camera heaven. What’s your camera preference when traveling? Slainte, Lisa