I grew up with my grandparents. They were wonderful people.  We would take vacations that were quick trips from point A to point B in the most expedient way possible.  I never knew it was because money was tight.  It always felt like an adventure with bottled soda, peanuts, summer sausage, cheese and crackers. We would make touristy stops along the way to take touristy photos.  It was fun and I loved it.  I also appreciate it more now than I did when I was fifteen years old.  I miss them very much. This is why I love captured moments.  Nothing artistic or special about these snapshots except for the people in them and the memories they hold. These are from a trip to Oregon with my grandparents in 1976.