Sexy Hubby can be so bossy.
And apparently, he thinks he’s the boss of me and this blog!
He’s always saying, “You’re a writer, you need to write.” And while that is true, I have also had a severe passion for photography. He should know. He’s the one who bought me the first Canon in my life.
He thinks I’m ripping off my gentle readers when I display photos versus weaving plain old words into an orchestrated symphony of paragraphs and punctuation.
Some days, I just want to shut up and take photos.
With record-breaking heat – mid-60′s in November (might as well get out the suntan lotion) – I literally went for a walk, and came away with these southwestern Montana gems.
Isn’t it hunting season?
Why isn’t Sexy Hubby off killing something, leaving me alone with the blog?