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Do you keep your travel pictures on your phone? If so, how long?

So, I'm curious about something. Do you keep your travel pictures on your phone? If so, how long? This is a selfie of Dave and I at a brief stop at a North Shore beach on Oahu in March. We were on a private tour conducted by now dear friends to give us some local insights. Often travel photos are put in an archive somewhere on the computer (with appropriate cloud backup, of course). They're accessible but several steps are required to get to them. I retrieved this particular shot quickly because it was on my phone, as are probably all of the shots from our Hawaii trip. Oh, they're backed up on Google photos, too, but I've left them on my phone just because I've had so much fun sharing various ones with friends and family in the euphoria after our trip. I emailed it to myself because that seemed quicker than attaching the phone to the computer and downloading. So, back to the original question: Do you keep your travel pictures on your phone? If so, how long? I...

The little fishes help keep passengers oriented on Norwegian cruises

I've become fascinated (some would say obsessed) with patterns lately. So, it was no surprise to anyone in our party that I was taking pictures of the carpeting in the miles and miles of passageways aboard the Pride of America on our Hawaiian cruise. There were colorful fish streaming all over the ship in interesting shades of green and blue. They seemed swimming in a murky bed of kelp, unaware of the tramp of passengers above. Then I noticed this red fellow. The Sesame Street song my kids used to sing came to mind: One of these fishies is not like the other ... I was curious about the wayward little fellow and I found out why he's swimming upstream, as it were. Turns out all his cousins are headed to the bow and he's headed to the stern. Norwegian does that on all its ships to help passengers to orient themselves in passageways that all look similar. In a feeble attempt at humor I nicknamed him Sammy (for salmon?) (groan).