When There were Clouds
I never in my wildest dreams thought for a moment…”hey, I think I’ll become a photo impressionist”.
But here I am, and even though I have had to slow it down the last couple of years due to other responsibilities, the lure of creation tugs at me constantly.
“Drop the shovel, and pick up your camera,” I keep telling myself. So I do, and those silly things like fixing the roof or replacing the gate get put off for another day. I am blessed with a patient wife.
This is my heroin.