Living vicariously ...

She left yesterday … boarded that ginormous Air France plane to fly over the Atlantic to begin her adventure in Saint Pierre de Chartreuse, France.

Her face and eyes puffy from tears, trying so hard to be mature and not show the world her fear, her excitement, her uncertainties. My mother’s eagle eye noted her biting the inside of her lip as she tried to contain the maelstrom of emotions literally waging war within her so-slight frame.

There are some moments I never photograph … preferring instead to relish the mental image in my mind’s eye. Nicole’s walking through the departure gates … waving back with a look on her face that basically said, “what the &^%$$ am I doing?” is one of those ...