Just returned from my first trip to a beach with a camera. The added luxury of traveling eastward meant the time zone changes (2 hours) worked with me for strolling and snapping early in the morning. No alarm necessary to drive me out of bed as the sun prepared its day. Thrown on some jeans, grab a jacket and GO!
At the end of our week-long vacation, my brother-in-law as a rather innocent conversation starter asked me how many photos I took total over the week.
"Two or three hundred?" he asked.
"A day." I responded.
He glanced up at me. The disbelief of "I had NO IDEA" mounted in his eyes. The discovery of another's obsession - priceless