I have this friend, Teya, who, most years, drives from her grown-up home in Southwest Texas to her childhood home in St Johns, Nfld. Ten years ago, I made the very wise decision to move to a town on her driving route. She bid me farewell this morning on her southbound migration.
Now here's a question for The Crew: do you wrestle with choosing between the best aesthetic shot of the day and the one that's most representative of your life? For me, often the shots are one and the same, but sometimes (and this happened quite a bit on vacation) I find it really hard to make the call between what's pleasing to the eye and what might be meaningful for posterity. I imagine that now that I'm back home with term looming, I won't actually have the luxury of this quandary much longer. How about you?