Recently I took a Mom/Daughter road trip to St. Louis, MO with 2 other Mom/Daughter duos to visit our dear friends that moved there a few years ago. On our last night, we were sitting around (maybe with a glass of Prosecco) and started talking photos. 3 Moms, 3 different photo challenges and perspectives.
Sometimes less is more and if you have ever come home from vacation with 1,000 pics on your phone, you understand why.
It’s not news that we take pictures differently than we used to. With cameras in our pockets 24/7 and ‘free’ digital pictures, we are snapping away at extraordinary rates. And this is just our daily picture taking. When we are on vacation, we amp it up even more because we’re supposed to take pics on vacation, right?
One year ago at this time, I was knee deep in emotion. My middle child, my only boy, was getting ready to graduate from high school. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I’d been through this grad party thing before with my oldest daughter, but like their personalities, it wasn’t the same.
The year was 2005. My husband and I, along with 3 of my in-laws (father, mother and sister) had planned a trip to the Emerald Isle in the hopes of experiencing a little bit of our heritage and the beauty of a country I’ve heard about my whole life.
I will be the first to admit that I am not always camera ready when my mom wants to take a picture of me. My hair is messy, my skin is breaking out, or I didn’t get much sleep the night before. None of those things stop my mom from wanting to take the picture. “It’s for the memories,” she says with a big smile.