My son was wandering back towards home the other night and stopped to admire the setting sun. Took his phone from is pocket took a picture and promptly clicked send. The picture arrived in my inbox no note nor description, its not perfect it has many flaws but to me its priceless. At that moment in time my son had been thinking of me his old dad who was sat at home in my wheelchair. He had managed in a few seconds what one hundred years earlier would have taken days. Now that is what I call progress.