The experiential traveler hunts special moments to capture in pictures, and in the end those pictures become the reality of their journey. The traveler might remember his disappointments and sorrows but the pictures stand alone to form a different image of one’s life, the image one chose to depict.
The next morning brought sunshine, which beamed crisp and clear through the recently unburdened skies. The leaves were still loaded with the raindrops that had
Claire’s grandfather was a force of nature, he blew rather than walked through the doors, in a motion more akin to a rushing wind than to a living breathing person.
When she was about six Claire started wondering what had happened to her parents. She tried to ask her grandparents about them, but they got so upset with her that she cried for days and decided never to bring up the subject again.