Shameless Selfie

Wanderlust I am a tree. Colors changing and ever flourishing. Planted and rooted into this silly place we call earth. I was born in the shady town of Bennington Vermont. Small, quaint and smothered in trees. Hazy green sugar maple leaves scatter the ground. My leaves first saw sunlight on a pale day in November back in 1967. Life was simple. Days were filled with warm kisses of sunlight and sweet tea. Mom made the best sweet tea. There were many adventures to be had and places to be discovered. As a small sprout I was weary of the road less traveled. I wanted boundaries and fences; God only knows what demons could be living on the unfenced land. I was afraid. But dad showed me the light. He was the reason for my Wanderlust. The things some strangers called a phase. I was consumed with the desire to travel.
On November 1st 1985 I descended from my families little cabin in the woods and walked out the door for the last time. It was the day I walked on my own as a new adult. Travel became not just an idea, but a way of life. First came California with its redwood trees and clear blue lakes. I lived the early years of my life at Kings Beach, Lake Tahoe. Jobs were temporary, living was cheap, and my wanderlust was satisfied around every corner until eventually that too became old and familiar. Till one day I met a man. He worked for the paper. He offered me the job of a lifetime. I was to travel the world taking pictures and capturing the earths beauty.
India, Paris, Barcelona, Maui, Sydney. I traveled around the globe taking pictures of anything and everything. In Rio de Janeiro I walked with the rich and famous while in Ethiopia I witnessed poverty of every kind. I traveled with a few fellows named Theo and Birch. They wrote and developed ideas on the pictures I took. One day on a routine trip back to the states, life took a turn for the worst. Our plane crashed. Life was no longer about capturing the moment but about stealing as many as possible. I was back