Metadata is my co-pilot

Where am I? Where are we? What town was that?

I'd be lost without geotagging.

They don't take pets.

So this is where we are.

Just north of Onancock, Delaware.

Back in 2015, Griffin urged me to start an Instagram. I was headed out on a solo journey cross-country; and he wanted to be able to track me to make sure I hadn't been eaten by bears. (I survived, thanks to the bear bells Guy suggested I attach to my backpack.)

In addition to letting family and friends know my most recent whereabouts, geotagging let me know as well. While driving through Colorado, I sort of lost track of my location, so absorbed was I in meandering among the Aspens and the mountains. When you aren't in urban areas it can be miles between signage.

I pulled over to the side of the road to photograph this eye-catching vehicle, and when I posted, Instagram informed me that I was in the middle of the Rio Grande National Forest. 

So apparently last weekend, I was in Lewes, Delaware. Not exactly the middle of the wilderness, but I'd hopped in the car with a friend and went along for the ride, not paying a whole lot of attention to direction.

Thank you Google Photos, iPhoto, and Instagram for tracking me as only the menacing vigilance of Kafkaesque Big Brother can. 

Enjoy the photos Joelle and I took in … ta da! …Lewes, Delaware.

John's family felt it important to let visitors know which way he was going.

Zwaandendael Museum. Metadata even told me the name of the museum.

This should have given me a clue as to my whereabouts.

Not a sign anywhere.

Finding my place in the world