Saturday, November 2, 2013

Snap. Scrap. Repeat...without fail.

 It comes to a point.  You never see it fall right in front of you until you've already taken quite a few steps past it.  And sometimes, you even forget the steps you took that landed you where you are.
At fifteen years, we took our first trip completely alone.
 Bright and early on a gorgeous anniversary date, we flew 37,000 miles up and over great, desolate mountain ranges.
 We landed directly into a not-a-cloud-in-the-sky land.  They say it is a desert here, but without a single tumbleweed, nor thirst ravaged skeleton in sight; I have yet to believe it.  This magical place was full of wonders I had heard about.  The city of many cities, where east meets west and dialects, customs and cultures gather internationally to take it all in.
 A Parisian breakfast, where the French are as friendly as the come, even if their roots might have been tied to Buffalo NY or Seattle WA, was the most beautiful way to begin in this land of bright light, before set foot to pavement and began to explore...
 Leave it to that comical, wandering eye of great photographic endeavors to find the "sin" in the city...
 Our Italian retreat was filled with luxurious comforts of which we had little time to enjoy with the extenuating environment there was to conquer.
 Star sightings, well...
...there were one or two, but you'll have to take our word for it.
It's unimaginable.  All the while, I prayed for it for as long as I can remember.  Luckiest girl in the world has lost track of the world around; still loving the written word and maintaining the good fight against the evil stealer of time.  She will forever SNAP. SCRAP. REPEAT.  It just may not always be apparent.

October 4th, 2013

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