Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Pictures of Us.

If you're me (and I am me), then you know you married yourself a good catch (even though you already knew) when your lover drives up the canyon with you and willingly takes photographs with you in a grove of grass and trees infested with last night's garbage and mosquitos.

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And if you're Mr. C. (and my husband is Mr. C.), then you know you married yourself a good catch (even though you already knew) when your lover locks her camera bags in the trunk of your dented car and, after hurriedly eating a classy dinner of chick-fil-a (milkshake included) in the car, you hold hands in the theater while watching x-men, even though you both know she'll be up all night (again) processing thousands of photographs that she's taken the past month and a half in an attempt to record your life together.