My mom in Africa: didn't anyone notice the watermark?

Mom went with her book club on safari to Kenya for her birthday.

"Take lots of pictures!" her friends begged.

She made noncommittal noises, oh hmm, yes, that would be nice.

In thirty-five years of marriage it had always been her ex-husband behind the camera. Anyone who knew her would expect a roll of pictures of the hotel--and maybe the airport--all shot on the last day. No way was she sticking a camera between her and what she'd come to see.

But surprise, surprise. On her return, she posted dozens of gorgeous professional quality pictures of the animals and places she saw ... along with one or two crappy snapshots of the group.

I teased her about one with a National Geographic watermark. "I didn't notice that," she admitted. "It's a nice photo, isn't it?"

She didn't take any pictures. Not even at the airport. When she got home she just googled the places she'd been. "Oh, yes, that looks like the hippos we saw!" -- and posted them to Facebook. "How can you experience anything when you're behind a camera?" she explained.

"Great photos!" her friends said.
"They are, aren't they?" she answered.