Today when I came home, one of the things that my husband told me was that there were photos on the computer for me to see. He'd begun taking pictures this morning while I was getting ready for work. And then he continued taking pictures all day long.
He said something odd, though. He told me that he was sorry he kept using my camera.
And I said, "Darling, don't you know that love means never having to say you're sorry?"
Nah. I didn't say that. I mean, seriously, can you hear me saying that?
I don't think so.
What I said to him was that I didn't mind at all if he wanted to use the camera. Use it all you want, I told him. I love your pictures!
So after I got dinner started, I sat down here with the laptop and looked at all of his pictures. And I fell in love with the few I posted here. He took them in the early morning light as the moon was setting.
I think they're really beautiful. And there's no need for apologies of any kind.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .