There was a time when I thought the entire social phenomenon a bit self-absorbed, the purview of teens and techies willing to jeopardize real communication for a frivolous social connection. That was before . . .
I confess, some selfies have me wondering if I’m past my photographic prime. In all honesty, I think I passed that old clunker a few miles back;
If all else fails, I can rest assured that in another twenty years, God willing, the passage of time will suddenly coalesce into what’s called wisdom, character, grace, via old, old age; then I’ll be picture perfect for my very last trip.
Ironically, given all the selfies of late (all these years, I've basically been the one behind the camera), I wonder if that old, old woman will look back with as much tenderness on the woman in those selfies as I do now, seeing me as the world saw me years ago. I know that old woman will look back and think, damn, I looked pretty good twenty years ago, all things considered!
Besides, I think you'd grow bored with my ramblings if I remained a shadowy figure behind all the stunning destinations; and, yes, a few travel tips, insights, and observations.