Like many I am the one usually taking the photos. But there are a few with me in them:
With my son at Lake Nakuru in Kenya 
With family and friends on the Li River in Guilin China. 
With my husband and son at a family farmhouse in Missouri. 
At Masai Mara in Kenya. 
My husband and I with Cape Horn in the background. 
My son and I at Yishan in Weifang, China. 
With my san and husband at Jiankou on the Great Wall of China. 
Flying a kite at People’s square in Weifang, China.
One of the joys we can bring with photography is the memory of the good and happy. There is plenty of the other things to go around. I made a point of having a few taken with me and Grandma:
In a previous post I talked about how my Grandmother was one to see the sunshine, For All the Saints. For our family the struggle with joy has been poignant: my mother has some type of emotional or mental illness that is progressive ( and my youngest sister seems to be following a similar path). It creates a weird situation where we forget that there was good, fun, and joy because of what came after, or even in parallel. But we do a disservice to both ourselves and the person who was, at one point, a different person if we let that joy go. Photos can be a powerful tool in reclaiming the joy that is as much a part of our heritage as the weirdness and sorrow. For this reason Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy: Say Cheese resonates with me.
I’ve resolved to try and have more photos with me in them. But I also have an avatar. During my husbands first trip to China one of my son’s co-workers gave us a safe travel deer. We named her Amie Lu. Amie is French for friend, and the woman who gave us the deer was named Amy. Lu is Chinese for deer. We’ve been bringing Amie-Lu along on our travels ever since, and while I don’t take selfies, I do take Amie-Lu-ies.
Hiking the Golden Gate at Mount Rainier. 
Walking Hadrian’s wall trail in northern England. 
Checking out the dragons at Kew Gardens in London.
