I love Instagram, I'm not going to lie. And yes, I'm one of those "annoying" people you all love to hate on who posts pictures of her food. And her coffee. And her cat. But Instagramming a vacation is a whole other thing. It's not always feasible to lug a big old Nikon and all your lenses around when you're on vacation, but it's more than easy to whip out your iPhone and snap a pic of a funny, sweet, tender, awesome, lovely, happy fleeting moment. Instagram might be my favorite app to ever exist (well, maybe Instagram and Twitter).
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My sister posted a bunch of pictures too. If you'd like to check out her version of our Maine trip, you can do so at #caudilltaylor2014.
(Wordpress uploaded these in random order and it would have taken forever to put them in chronological order. Please forgive the haphazard nature of the cadence.)