Words can create a thousand pictures, and now after one year you, reader, have seen the world in our words. For us, words reflect our experience, but with each new day something slips away into the realm of the unknown and the forgotten. For us, pictures have to write the words to our journey. At this moment, one year later we rely on pictures to speak of our trials and tribulations, to spark the stream of images in our minds not captured in pictures. What have we forgotten to say? What never made it to the page? What was once written in our minds, a chalkboard of stories erased that is now only visible in the remnants of chalk? Is there too much dust floating around in our minds to recall in lucid detail that we were ever really, truly there at all. And who, if anyone, can say if we were? The man in Brazil that spoke to us through his smile, the small child in Africa that held my back pocket in her hand, the monks in Myanmar, or the steps of Ta Prohm themselves? “We decree,” they say, “that Megan and Heather have tread here. We the towers of Angkor Wat, as a symbol of the universe held their feet in our stone hands, we carried them on our shoulders into the sky.” Pictures paint a thousand words, so here is what we never actually said.
Memories – sometimes we wonder if you can just grab onto something real and hold onto it forever. Has the lens changed? We think so.
Wide lens, soft focus, black and white. Adjust your lens…lights, camera, action. This is our tale.
Click on “Photos” under the links section of this page to see five hundred and five stories, the mere tip of the iceberg. Enjoy the voyage!
