Photography is, for me, typically a solitary activity save one exception – my husband.

He drives and I ride . . .  windows down, listening to music, eyes peeled, talking about everything. He compares my head to a beehive of activity. I marvel at his calm and contented spirit.

Without me, he might choose to stand still. But instead, we move together and toward each other. Every picture I make is colored by my relationship with him.

Day 214

Day 214