When we travel, we take many many pictures to make us remember our holidays, the places we've seen, the food we'd eaten, and hopefully the images would also remind us of how we felt when we took the photos.
I may have a little edge with any of you in the number of photos I take. My love for clicking is bordering on the pathological. Just ask my husband. He cannot believe the amount of photos I take home with us and upload everytime we come back from a trip. That's why he bought me a terabyte's worth of storage. He's afraid I'm going to fill it soon :) He's kidding of course. But who knows.
When I look at this picture, I remember how I thought these people are so lucky to be living in Paris (I'm guessing they're locals, because they're walking fast past the Eiffel Tower without glancing at it.) with all that the city has to offer. I also remember with this picture how cold it was, because the guy's breath was visible - not captured in the camera though.
If I were a local just like him, I would not rush home to read the manual/booklet of the software I bought. Like him, I'd sit here enjoy the breeze. I envied him.
I cannot help my prying eyes and inquisitive nature. They stood there side by side, not talking, not looking at each other. Close enough, yet distant. Were they together?
This picture keeps reminding me that I have been to Europe, a place under the sun that I've been dreaming of. I had the sense of satisfaction when I took this photo. We were standing in the street corner; I just finished surveying my surroundings - gorgeous architecture flanked both sides of the street, tall enough to keep the sunrays off the road, traffic was flowing freely, people were rushing to catch the bus, and we were thinking what to do next.
The following sequence of photos stresses the whimsical nature of travel.
Photographs really do prolong the memories of vacations. It keeps the emotions fresh.