My love of travel came from my dad. I am so grateful that he gave me “that bug.” He took us on a trip every year. ONE of my favorites was the year he took us to South Dakota. We saw the Badlands, The Black Hills, Mount Rushmore, and Crazy Horse. We fished and camped out of the back of our pickup. It was inexpensive and straightforward.
Those places were also a part of mine and Joe’s trip last year, as well as- Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado. This year we headed back to the beautiful, pristine mountain lake we discovered on that trip. But as we traveled through those very same places this year, my heart was on the journey with my dad and mom all those years ago. So many memories…
Like when we saw a buffalo in the wild and dad wanted me to take a picture. Unfortunately, I had shot the last exposure on the roll of a deer! He couldn’t believe I had taken a picture of a deer when we saw them daily, back home, in northern Wisconsin (Gods Country), and had missed the buffalo! (What can I say?)
A picture is just (and I don’t use “just” lightly) a frozen moment in time. And though I get a lot of grief about all of my photos, I wish now that I had more of them. Pay attention to what you have, and be grateful for it. You never know when things will change.