|... studying travel book as the miles roll by ...|
At one point in reading her thoughts about London, my memory turned to my hope for Greg.
And that is, that he can keep his camera pointed toward the faces of his loved ones who are having a good time.
A photo which I may never see again but which is sealed into my memory is one he took of Wyona and me when we got to Penzance.
|... let's get this window cleaned ...|
At the same time, Greg picked up his camera inside the train and preserved for us that happy moment, two women giving a shine to what they would see in the next few hours.
Every day ... something that can be nostalgically remembered.