Like any good wife, I always call my husband upon arriving in a destination (as does he) but how much better is it to grab a snap as one rides in a taxi to one’s hotel?
He can also get a feel for where I am, I feel like he’s arrived with me.
Standing at the foot of the capitol on a rainy day, my breath was knocked out of me as the clouds parted and the sun lit up the Lincoln memorial.
Snap, share and Philippe messages back– “wow”.
I got to share my wow with him.
I can preview Asilomar to my friends who will be attending the retreat.
Victor and I traded images of our respective states on Sunday when I was at the beach, and he in the heart of NYC.
It’s a richer conversation, a better one.
And I can tease my dad about cool old cars I’ve seen. Or ask my sister advice about my outfit or send her a photo of a pair of cool shoes. Or ask my husband if he likes a shirt I see on sale.
I thought the camera in the phone was bullsh*t, useless and gadgetry, but every the simple camera in the Treo, which is far form the best one could hope for, is enough to do the one thing I need and appreciate.
it makes my conversations better.