At this point in my life I'm having to discover what my life will now be. My husband and I traveled to all seven continents to photograph wildlife and enjoy our hobby of birding, He died of COVID19, and now I'm 84 and alone. I began writing a book about our global adventures . I kept diaries on all of our 46 trips and I have drawn on some of those stories in the book. We were cut from different cloth. He was fine wool, I was basic cotton. He was a 9-year-old Nazis war refuge from Vienna, I was a Minnesota gal who grew up on A&W root beer and Golden Retrievers. He became a revered professor. I became a professional writer. We melded our interests and led each other to grow in new ways. I hope I can encourage readers to do the same and explore new environments.