So maybe our photos won't be winning the National Geographic Photo Contest this year. Jeff is very interested in photography, and has the skills, but alas, not quite the right camera. The problem we have is one of convenience. The better cameras are just too big. Too big to slip into your pocket, and if you have to chose between carting around your sleeping four year old and a Mega-Capture-the-Glisten-Dew sort of camera, I think he has made the right choice.
And I confess to be quite happy to live in the moment. Many years back, before children, and actually as a wedding present to myself, I took a photography course and bought my self a really nice Canon SLR. At the same time, Jeff purchased one of those new fangled "digital cameras." Hoo, boy, did I think that was a kick! He could take a million crappy photos while I was able to print our lifetime memories on FILM. Actual FILM. I mean, it was kind of sweet and all that we could look at his photos while we were traveling, but we had to wait, just like waiting to open those Christmas presents wrapped so beautifully under the tree, until we arrived back in the US to see what my creativity had wrought.
Interestingly enough, his photos ended up as 8 x 11s hanging on our walls. Mine did not. I eventually sold my SLR and inherited one of his older digitals and am quite happy tracking along in his wake snapping the occasional shot of him and the children. I mean, it's only fair that he gets to be in some photos, right?
But I have drifted off topic. As far as I am concerned, Documenting the Moment of Being at Angkor Wat at Sunset was less important than actually seeing it. And it was marvelous. Bathed in golden light, I only quietly regretted that I would also have loved to see it at sunrise.
And as we leave the temple complex in the blog-o-sphere, I am saddened. Saddened that you (whoever you are, including my mom, dad, Most Loyal Commenter-Debbie, and anyone else who happens to catch this post) didn't get to see this in person. That you didn't get to feel the cooling wind on a super hot day tuk-tuking through the countryside, see the people living and working, see the rice fields, stand in awe of the construction of the temples in person, smell the wood fires burning, eat the fabulous food that I have not even touched on! I'm not sure why I so want to share this, but I really, really do.
Interestingly enough, I forget why people in the US don't come to Asia for vacation. I forget that it takes an entire day of travel and flipping your world upside down to get here. And that once you are "here," you generally only have a week, or two or three at the most to take it all in. I was using the rest room in the Seoul airport when I came upon two genteel American Southern ladies freshening up. They were about as well put together as two people could be considering that they had just spent something like 20 hours on a plane and I wasn't sure that they had the functioning synapses to come up with the month, let alone what time of day it was. I asked them what (on earth!) they were doing there, and they said that they had come to visit for a week (!!!!). At that moment, I remembered. D'oh!
But, I do wish you could see Cambodia. It's beautiful, really, really beautiful.