Been doing a brief bit of traveling this past week. So naturally my camera snapped some moments. Or at least it tried to.
Photos don’t grab the nuance in the breeze as you eat on a balcony with Pike’s Peak behind you. Photos can’t record the pride a parent feels. Photos miss the exchange of love and light in a look between two people.
Strangely, the word photos I took seemed to speak volumes about all the good stuff going on.
Kami's Beautiful Morning 