My family went nowhere. Other than some road trips to Tijuana, National Parks and Crestline, we never left the state let alone the country. Later, it would be revealed that my mother suffered from agoraphobia. My father had a taste for motorcycles.
My brother, bless him, did stray off to Alaska to live for a bit. Thats it.
At an early age, I did visit San Francisco frequently, Palm Springs often and after high school, trips to New York City were occasional. But it wasn’t until that first flight to Hawaii that the notion that travel could make you feel different happened. Maybe it was jet lag, but waking the next morning, I found myself in the ocean swimming about at 5 am.

It was only with the advent of the camera phone that travel photography became easy—prior, if you carried a camera, you carried a bag with film. The film was expensive and even more expsensive to deveope and you didn;t get to see until you were home.

The camera phone changed all that.