Photos from my husband

It’s Friday night. My husband has gone to bed early and George and the cat are both asleep on the couch. No, they don’t sleep next to each other. But they are close enough.

I’m watching Who Do You Think You Are, a show I find interesting. But other than that, it’s typical quiet Friday night. I love Friday nights. They hold the promise of a good weekend to come. And I do have plans for this one. (And they don’t include a lot of cleaning).

Lately I’ve been noticing my husband picking up the camera, the old D80 that he now considers his (and of course, it is). He’s begun taking photos again. And I find this promising.

Here are several I’d like to share with you today. Photos by my husband, processing by me.

 

There was a significant number of George photos on the disk, but this one was my favorite.

 

Taken from the field in front of the house. This is one of the bridges that runs along the C&D Canal.

 

I like the blur.

 

A jumping female cardinal.

It’s so surprising seeing the world through my husband’s lens.

 

His favorite subject.

 

I forget what I used on most of these photos. It was something different on pretty much every one. I like the softness here.

 

The moon one morning.

 

Snow geese.

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“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
― Walt Whitman

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Hope you enjoyed the photos. All were taken with the Nikon D80 and the old Quantaray 70-300mm lens. Not too shabby, in my humble opinion . . .

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What are your plans for the weekend? I’m planning on trying out a recipe or two from one of my new gluten-free cookbooks. And then on Sunday, I’m taking a small trip. More about that later on.