I’ve compiled a few “oops” shots from recent vacations. I had to grab ‘em quickly, before someone hit the delete button.
I decided the best plan would be to hit up a favorite restaurant fairly close to the airport then head into the city for a nighttime drive of the monuments illuminated after dark.
It’s not just about the scream of jet engines and heart-stopping, low-level flybys that draws me to a show. It’s the buzz of excitement about the other planes ... that offer up close and personal glimpses of aviation power and flexibility.
Like Sue, I appreciate the quiet moments in my life. I enjoy a peaceful evening in the courtyard with a cocktail in hand and the coyotes howling in the distance. But the easy evenings aren’t enough for me. I want more of everything.
I find myself sneaking peeks at the street a little more often now. There are stories to be found in the images forged into these maintenance access doorways.
I admit it, I’ve been bitten by the baby goat craze. I jokingly sent Greg a note telling him I was bringing one home.
Anything can be celebrated. Don’t depend on anyone else to give you a reason. Find your own!
The age old question lovers ask each other popped into my head, “Why do you love me?” If travel could ask me that, how would I answer?
One of the things I find the most fascinating about travel is how different people around the world do the things we all do. Where we “go” is obviously one of those things.
We rounded a bend in the road as we neared the obstacle. It’s a steel truss bridge; a hulking, rusting, LONG bridge.