It reminds me of a story I read many years ago. In Miami, a devout man eagerly awaited the Pope. He camped out the night before and got a prime vantage point. When the Pope arrived, the man took countless photos. Later, when he developed the photos, he saw he had some great shots, but reflected sadly on the fact that he was so into the photography that he missed the wonder of the moment. He was not present in the moment, and he felt he missed the true essence of the experience.
My story is similar. This past autumn, my wife and I took a long-awaited trip to Italy—Rome, Florence, & Naples. As we walked the streets of these historically rich cities, I took in the ambiance—the flavor of the cities, if you will—and she spent the majority of the time looking at the same vistas through the lens of her iPhone, taking picture after picture. Her version of enjoying the sights was different from mine and I couldn't help but wonder if she might not enjoy it more if she'd put down her camera and just breathe it all in. I, of course, said nothing to interpose my version of the vacation, leaving her to do what she wanted.
So now, I have a rich memory of the cities' flavors, strengthened by the many photographs she took. Win-Win.
It reminds me of a story I read many years ago. In Miami, a devout man eagerly awaited the Pope. He camped out the night before and got a prime vantage point. When the Pope arrived, the man took countless photos. Later, when he developed the photos, he saw he had some great shots, but reflected sadly on the fact that he was so into the photography that he missed the wonder of the moment. He was not present in the moment, and he felt he missed the true essence of the experience.
My story is similar. This past autumn, my wife and I took a long-awaited trip to Italy—Rome, Florence, & Naples. As we walked the streets of these historically rich cities, I took in the ambiance—the flavor of the cities, if you will—and she spent the majority of the time looking at the same vistas through the lens of her iPhone, taking picture after picture. Her version of enjoying the sights was different from mine and I couldn't help but wonder if she might not enjoy it more if she'd put down her camera and just breathe it all in. I, of course, said nothing to interpose my version of the vacation, leaving her to do what she wanted.
So now, I have a rich memory of the cities' flavors, strengthened by the many photographs she took. Win-Win.
That is INDEED a win-win! I recall she took some wonderful pictures in those historical cities.