Here he is getting back in the truck. I just got a little snap happy and clicked too fast.
Surprised? I think not.
Annnnnnd here he is actually getting in the truck.
Uh, huh. We were late checking in at our little cabin. So they just hung the ol’keys on the fence post.
Nowhere but Texas. Actually, West Texas to be exact. We’d never do this shit in East Texas where I’m from.
Or Central Texas.
Or probably North Texas either.
South Texas? Nothing down there surprises me.
My thumb went with us. And here’s the proof.
Or maybe it’s something else. But it’s probably my thumb.
Or more like YOU hope.
We had ice cream floats at a little store in Fort Davis, Texas. Haven’t had one since I was 9. Or maybe last week. But Keith had one and here’s proof.
(This is about when he’d had enough of hearing little ‘clicks’ every time he moved. Or didn’t move. If I remember correctly, right after this picture he turned to me and said, “I swear if you take one more picture of me…your ass might start receiving voicemails.”)
(I knew what he meant.)
(He loves me. I know he does.)
And here’s what you’ve all been waiting for! That loooovely picture of the moon.
If you’d like copies, please let me know and I’ll be happy to send them to you.
And if you’d like me to photograph any of your upcoming life events…or your thumb, just let me know.