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…and then, the weather moved in
Sometimes, plans just don’t work out.
We thought it seemed like a good night to stay at our land out in the country. There’s no house, but there is a big covered gazebo. We took cots and bedding and snacks and booze and were ready for a nice time. We hadn’t been out there long when the weather took a turn.
By bedtime, we’d returned home…
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.3.2017
Couldn’t drag me away
Actual conversation:
Me – Look at that cloud! I don’t think we’d better make any more stops. We need to get away from that storm.
Patient Spouse – (no comment)
Me – Wait! I need to get that shot.
Patient Spouse – (no comment)
(Repeat many times, as needed.)
Wild Horse, Colorado
photographed 8.30.2016
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My Patient Spouse said, “There are some great storm clouds south of town. Let’s drive out that way so you can take some photos.”
He was right – the clouds were very nice. But I turned my back to them (literally) because I saw this sign. You’d think he’d be used to that sort of behavior by now!
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.2.2016




