This week Tina asks us to look at Last Chance photos. These are the photos we love, and keep, but for whatever reason they never make it to our blogs. I am not sure where to begin. I rarely go anywhere without some type of camera, so I have thousands of photos from travel, and everyday life. 

Life.

Like you, these photos, these galleries, are my story, my road called life. And good or bad, whether they make the final cut or not, they, always make me smile. On this particular day, 487 steps up, to a viewpoint, at Montmorency Falls, Quebec, we had a reminder. 

On to Texas, and a favorite hike this year, was the Window Trail at Big Bend National Park.  What made it special was seeing the vee in the landscape from 3 miles away. The hike meanders down dry washes, ledges, and woody detours, until you arrive with this view and the realization that you are standing on a dry waterfall.  

Further north in Moab, Utah and I remember returning from a day of off-road travel. The smooth road, the clouds, and the snowy mountains was one of many photos on the return to camp that day.

On another note, I find it’s the funny, random photos that rarely make the cut. Sometimes I wish they did, because it is those photos that tell the real story of life and how we live. I took the photo of the boy below because it seemed to capture his coolness. What I fell in love with with the spot of ice cream on his lip, reminding me he is still a little boy.

And a few weeks ago I took my journal and a glass of wine on the veranda of our cruise ship with a view of Corsica, France. I remember the quiet and also the gratitude for this place in time. The mountain in the back with the pink village was breathtaking and the sailboats below, defined tranquility. 

And then…feet.

And in Montreal, we learned of the doorbell on the corner of a busy street. It was once the private entrance to a bar during prohibition, and it may or may not have been a brothel. The sign is fairly new. It is for the locals to have a place to drink without tourists and crowds.  

And finally, I guess I will leave with you with what might be considered a defining moment. Welcome to Italy. It feels a bit personal to me.

Even if it is the ladies room…

Wind Kisses, Donna