A Passion For Photography

My husband LOVES photography. He has both passion and patience, which is probably why his photos turn out so well. This is something I could never do. I'm not a patient person. I have totally recognized that I like to know how to do things but not learn of to do things. This is probably why I don't have a hobby. He, however, is one of the most patient people I've ever met. You'd have to be if you're married to me. This also allows him to learn and improve on his photography. He takes his time and does it right.

I've been trying to convince him to pursue this interest in a more concrete way. He loves it. I think he should follow what he loves. In this particular case I don't mean just me and what I want. Although I don't discourage that either.  If you are genuinely good at something, have a talent for it, and love it, you should do it. This is what you should fill your days and life with. Many people go their whole lives wishing for such inspiration and opportunity to guide them somewhere better. I think that this would add tremendous joy to his life and how can following joy ever be bad?

I'd love to support him more than words of encouragement and praise. I'd like to be able to show him how this is possible to make this more of a permanent fixture in his life. I'm not saying quit his job tomorrow or anything that extreme. It would be fantastic if we could just get his work out there and appreciated. I'd also love to know where budding photographers can go for support. Where are there local or online groups and resources? I don't have much money, but I'd really appreciate knowing where I can find second hand equipment like light stands and such. Like I said, I don't know much about it, only that it's important and  possible. It's the how that I get stumped by.

I'd like to also encourage everyone to take a look at his Flickr page and bully him a little bit. If you have any good advice please leave it in the comments below. I love comments. Like I said, I'd really love for him to pursue this more actively. I don't have a job, so interfering and meddling in his affairs is going to have to hold me over until the kids are in school.

Scott Parker : Flickr

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A Letter To My Husband

Thanks.

Thanks for being that funny guy at the end of the day. You make me laugh, even when I'm trying really hard not to. I could slap you for even trying to cheer me up in the first place. Can't you see I'm doing my best to bring you down with me? Your good nature buoys me even when I seem determined to be miserable.

Thanks

Thanks for going to work everyday so that I can stay home with the kids. It's not easy being the one who has to put a roof over our heads and food in our mouths. We eat a lot, too. You make sure we are warm, fed and loved. We have a pillow to rest our heads at the end of the day. A lot of people don't even have that.  I hope you know how grateful we are.

Thanks

Thanks for taking the high road. Whenever there is a conflict, here, at work, or out in the wide world, you always treat everyone with respect. I've never seen you snap or be nasty to anyone. You gladly help people who need it, even if it means going out of your way to do so. You are a much kinder person than I'll ever be, but hopefully some of it will rub off anyways.

Thanks

Thanks for seeing that I quite often am none of these things, but you don't call me on it. Instead you tell me all the good things I am and do. You don't  focus on the negative and hang me out to dry. Instead you remind me who I can be and make me want to be that person. You give me space and time to be a better person.

Thanks

Thanks for being you just the way you are.

*disclaimer - I'm still right, even when I'm wrong. If I nag, I nag with love. Stop messing with my cooking, it's fine just the way it is.

My Husband Is Out To Destroy Me. Also gerbils.

Ok, a slight overstatement. There are few things worse than to sit in front of a blank page and have NO IDEA what to write about. I'm much more in a reading mood than a writing one today. For some reason thirty minutes of mindless web crawling through Pintrest, Facebook, Twitter, and various other forms of online stalking, have not revealed some fabulous source of inspiration for me. I hang my head in shame and failure. Not only for what I have failed to do, but also what I have done.

Me: Scott, real quick! I can't think of what to write about! What's the first thing that pops into your head? Now - GO!

Scott: Gerbils.

Me: Gerbils?

I hate him.

I suspect he is trying to make fun of me. He's also doing very little to help me find a picture of him with a gerbil. I'm doubting his commitment and sincerity to this particular topic. He suggests I should just write everything I know about gerbils.

*sigh*

On top of everything he also refuses to make me a cup of tea and says he's going to go play Call of Duty instead. It's very difficult to find good help now a days. Honestly! Wait...hold on...I hear the water running down stairs! He is doing it! Ha! I Win.

Hmm, I should probably spell check this before I go any further. Done! I told Scott that I would only be ten minutes at the most. He's timing me. Who does that? Someone who wants to see you fail, that's who. Someone who gives you a terrible topic to write about, pretends to not make you tea and refuses to pose with a gerbil. Mind you I have no idea where to get a gerbil at this time of night. To the best of my knowledge they don't have drive through pet stores...yet. Hmm, memo to self.

I think my ten minutes is almost up.

Gerbils are small.