Inevitably, if I walk outside with my camera to try and capture close-ups of the gorgeous flowers we have blooming all over the front of our townhome, someone always feels the need to walk out and strike up a conversation about cameras.
And pictures.
And my photography business.
And Thad.
And it's not like I can just walk away and keep taking pictures - that would be rude.
So I suffer through the conversation (yes, I said suffer - sometimes, that's the only word to describe it, lol) and then make up some excuse about how I need to get inside and do some housewife-type duty.
Then, I go inside and I complain to Tom because I was only able to snag a few shots.
Sigh.
Oh well. I'm glad we live amongst friendly people, but I really can't wait to own a home on like, 400 acres of property.
With no neighbors.
And, on a happier and less jaded note...
I am still waiting on a few things before I put a storyboard together, but Thad and I had fun the other night while he was taking a bath.
This is the only time in his life that I let him continuously spit water at me while I held a camera in my hand (and really, ever) so he was soaking up every second of it.
Lmao.
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