When I met my darling husband. Long ago and far away. One of the first things he wanted to do was to take my picture. I still have it. Who is that skinny, dark-haired beauty? He has zero patience for much in this life, but he does amazing work with his camera. What he lacks in artistic talent he makes up for in fortitude and tenacity. He will group together any number of relational mongrels and come up with at less one adorable pic.
Everyone has Mikey's photos on their walls or frigs. He still takes film, but will soon move up to digital since the old trusty camera is old and no longer trustworthy. While all of us go on to photologs and cyber-albems, he patiently puts together packets of pictures for family and friends.
We recently visited my sister in Oregon and while there I saw some of his best work. Pictures of my sisters and mom taken in my backyard dozens of years ago hung in pride of place.
Facebook friends have been musing over "The green dress" picture taken of my brother-in-laws sister Vicky, at a Christmas party another lifetime ago.
He is a consistent chronicler of our family and I love him for that. Even though I have posed in parking lots, on mountains and in downpours, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Keep clicking my dear, you the man with the cam!!
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Your comments are read and usually loved. Thanks for your advice and opinions. I'm learning as I go. Julie