I’ve got some writing projects going on right now that have time constraints. Writing my book is mainly an open-ended, not-time-schedule-driven endeavor, but other writing must get done by the deadlines (real and self-imposed). Still, I can’t write for too long a period at a time as I get burned out really fast. Lucky for me, it’s spring and there are a lot of reasons to pull out my camera.
Yesterday I went to the grocery store with my husband. While I followed him out (he had parked after dropping me off, so I didn’t know where the car was), I caught sight of the church next door. The sunlight was shining through the super-cool and at-risk-for-demolition thingie on top of the building. So I pulled out my always-handy camera and started snapping shots. When I was done, I kept walking to the car. That’s when I heard a honking waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay behind me. It was hubby, watching me walk mindlessly in the wrong direction.
When I got in the car laughing hysterically at myself, he (lovingly) said, “You’re such a nerd. Who do you think you are? Georgia O’Keeffe?”
I said NO because everybody knows that Georgia O’Keeffe was a painter and photography model, not a photographer. (Ok, I admit that’s just me being a smart mouth. I am–as you can see–no photographer, but I am a nerd with a camera, and that’s all I aspire to be).
In keeping with O’Keeffe’s paintings of flowers and of Arizona, here are the flowers I saw this week: