I remember my grandmother standing behind me, helping me hold her Rolleiflex and take a photo. I remember getting my first Kodak Instamatic when I was six then slowly working my way up to an SLR when I was in high school.
I don't know that my husband realized he was signing on for a life of being dragged from Alaska to Nepal, Wyoming to Uzbekistan, Paris to Tokyo, but he has been good humored about it and the boys have become engaged global citizens planning their own trips as teens. Whether any of us will ever match the record of 104 countries set by my grandmother remains to be seen.
I'm glad I don't have to take hundreds of rolls of film with me when I travel but also be nostalgic for those days in the dark and watching magic happen.
