When I started traveling on my own, I remember my mom’s complaint when viewing my vacation photos would always be, “Were you even there?” This was in reference to the fact that all of my pictures would be of scenery and buildings, not people – and most certainly not of me. (I have always hated having my picture taken.) I would invariably reply, “Well, who do you think took the pictures, Ma?”
As I look back on my travel photos from the 1990s through the early 2000s – when digital photography made using the self-timer less of a crapshoot – I now see her point. I have stacks of lovely photos of places, but very, very few of my friends and me enjoying those places.
Take today’s Wayback Wednesday picture. I made it about halfway through a three-inch thick stack of prints from my first trip to Ireland in 1993 and found only this and one other picture that I was in. I have a couple more that my traveling companions Shannon or Colleen (or both) are in, but not many.
Fortunately, I have enough memories of our hijinks to make up for the dearth of images. This was Shannon’s and my graduation-present trip, and we met up with our friend and former roommate Colleen, who was finishing up her semester abroad there. This picture was from the very beginning of our visit, when we went to the Cliffs of Moher. We were as jet-lagged as can be, as I think this picture sort of suggests. (I have a somewhat collapsed look about me, doncha think?) It’s also entirely possible that we’d already had the first of our driving-into-the-hedges mishaps by the time we got here, as well. I’m sure that contributed to the fact that this photo does not necessarily convey how totally excited we were to be there. (Because we were. Really, totally excited.)
Please note my awesomely-rendered early-90s grunge attire, which appears to include a both a long-sleeve and short-sleeve t-shirt layered oh-so-attractively under a man-size flannel shirt. And my straight-leg jeans capped off by Birkenstocks with socks. I will say this: what it lacked in cuteness, grunge totally made up for in comfort and flexibility. Variations on that one outfit were capable of getting me through temperatures warm and cold. And on this particular trip, they certainly did.
(Oh, by the way… The title of the post comes from the fact that every time we came across a beautiful vista, one or more of us would shout, “View!” just to make sure no one missed it. Now, if you’ve ever been to Ireland or know how gorgeous it is, you’ll realize we were yelling this about every five minutes, which was somehow hilarious. I think maybe you had to be there.)
Do you have photos from your past that you’re willing to share – and a blog to post them on? Play along with Wayback Wednesday by linking back to this post or sharing in the comments so we can snoop into your past, too!