As a young girl, the vast beauty of the Rocky Mountains that graced our country was impressed upon me. I had a Mom that truly enjoyed and often became emotional when she would see amazing scenery. This was something I've thought of recently when I myself have looked at mountains and wished that I could capture it just perfectly.
As I look through old photographs I smile as I see that my parents always had a camera on the go. Okay, so I come by it naturally . . .some how that feels good. To know that genetically I am predisposed to enjoy the sound of the click and better yet, the repeat sound of the click, brings another anchor to the parents I miss. I wonder if we don't fully realize how much we are like our parents until we have time and distance to remember and reflect.