Bonjour and Say Cheese

 I am going to Scotland. Soon, depending on your definition of soon. Not tomorrow. I don't really go on the World Wide Web and broadcast my schedule. Call me crazy. Call my paranoid. I call me someone who has never been robbed.

Anyway.

When traveling, The Guy spends a lot of time taking pictures. He has a pretty good camera and an artistic eye. Once when we were somewhere that I can't actually remember the name of, he took pictures of a castle at about four different times of day. He left me snoozing at the B&B to get it again at first light.His pictures look like postcards. People ooh and ahh over them. They should. This medium does not do them justice. I swear he once took  pictures in Hastings at Battle Abbey that had ghosts in them. The air was green with it. That was before we had digital cameras I can't show it to you without scanning and carrying on. But here are some of his more recent shots.

Sweetheart Abbey, one of the Scottish Border Abbeys. The Guy cares a lot about lights and shadows.

Eilean Donan Castle at night. This as opposed to the 147 other pictures of Eilean Donan taken at different times of the day.

View from Jedburgh Abbey

Somewhere. He would know.

 I have my own camera. It's not fancy but it will fit in my pocket. I take a lot of pictures too, mostly of us standing in front of things. I do not have an artistic eye, nor do I put a great deal of energy into holding still. I point, shoot, and hope for the best. Oldest Friend doesn't like it when I take pictures of us eating in restaurants. She says it makes us look like tourists. Well, duh. I don't care. I do it anyway and, so far, she hasn't been able to stop me. I didn't like it when she took a picture of me all lounged out in my hiking boots on somebody else's bed. It was not attractive. I got her back but even I am not mean enough to post that picture here.

I am also pretty famous for flagging down strangers who can't speak English and trying to ask them to take group shots of all of us.

I also like to make people put things on their heads.

Stephanie at Pike Place Market in Seattle

Lesia in Orlando. I am shocked people are still speaking to me.

Stephanie, me, Kathy in Orlando. I am pretty sure Stephanie hates me in this particular moment.

David and Oldest Friend hiking up some hill somewhere in Scotland. I am taking him back and not in a good way.

Oldest Friend and me on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh .

A crystal mailbox at the Waterford Factory. Apparently I could not get anyone to stand beside it. I threw it in because I like it. I would like to own it. It's five feet tall. See? If someone had been willing to stand beside it, I wouldn't have had to tell you that. .

The Guy and me on a ferry in the Highlands. That's Oldest Friend in the background. Some stranger was taking the picture. I am not wearing a scary hair hat. That's just my hair. .

Oldest Friend at a Greek restaurant in Glasgow. She is thrilled.

The Guy at self same restaurant. That was before he cut his hair. .

This is what I think our picture taking says about us. The Guy is all about what he is seeing. I am all about who I am seeing it with. Oldest Friend is all about punishing me and making me look as bad as possible because I have made her put stuff on her head. 

What is your travel photography style?