So, I married a lawyer, once upon a time. It wasn’t because I, in the words of her father, “wanted to be supported in the manner in which I’d become accustomed”. It was because she was 6 feet tall, thin, beautiful, smart, funny, talented, and because she could support me in the manner in which I’d become accustomed, if it came to that.
Joke was on me. After a few years of lawyering, my lawyer wife Barbara became an artist. She is now a better artist than I am. She has a better color sense. She is a better photographer. She is more successful at selling her art than I have ever been. Check out her Etsy shop for more.
One of the neat things about being married to another artist is that occasionally we get to go on Art Project Outings with each other. The other day, Barbara and I went on a photo expedition to the local Sunflower patch. We got to play Children of the Corn, dragging our camera, a tripod, an easel and an antique frame into the middle of the field. We got some neat pics. We’ll be doing something with them, soon, through her Etsy site – stay tuned.
The pic above, I snapped in mid-stride. We were desperately trying to get set up for a shot, and the sun kept coming in and out of the clouds, making the difference between great shots and average, when I saw this bee on a sunflower ahead of me. Screw setting up for the actual shot, I thought to myself. So, balancing the tripod and easel in one hand, I got Barbara to hand the camera up to me and I snapped that shot. That’s a rare Steve Ogden original photo, mind you. Most of my shots don’t come out. But I really like this one.
That night, I had a fire down at the edge of the property. Dragged a nice chair and a little table and a drink down there with me, took my laptop and worked on Sequitur, a story for the Thirty-One for October collection. A nice day, all in all.
