Seven. It’s an auspicious number. Right now it’s an overwhelming sense of . . . overwhelming.
Walking around in the snow this December, I wondered aloud, “how am I going to scrapbook all of this?” Mr. P and our friend chuckled and we started talking about how I might go about it. While climbing to a 50m viewpoint. In Antarctica.
I still haven’t quite made sense of the trip nor how I’ll ever document it. I did have fun, though, dreaming up what seven photos I would pick for a layout about seven continents (which wasn’t my idea, Mr. P told me such a layout was necessary).
Nary a vacation goes by that I don’t wonder about shots I could have gotten. This shot is overexposed because the camera settings were off, but I love it anyway.