Off the Road Again

In March, when I went to New York, I mentioned that I hate taking touristy snapshots. They remind me of the old travel slideshows where the viewer sits there with little connection with the ever changing images on the screen.

A few days ago I returned from our Trip to Texas. My daughter and her family went along. I went as a sightseeing guide and resource on family history. I allowed myself to make snaps this time only because it is doubtful that those who accompanied me will ever return. Family members are passing on.

Capturing images of my grandchildren was akin to documenting a panicked mob running from nature's wrath. You get what you can get. (Traveling with children under the age of 12 was an unforgettable experience.)

Taking their pictures was a satisfying experience. Still, I returned home with the proverbial slide show. I dare not show it to anyone lest they give into the impulse to toss stones at the screen and me. So I will spare even you. However, here is one taken at the Petrified Forest when we were more at the end of our ropes than at the end of the road.