We enjoy a light lunch at home after church, and a game of chess. Two games actually. I protest that carrots have distracted me and kept me from concentrating adequately on the game: Maya asking for more, and Gerry chewing on them. I coerce him into a second game and lose that one too.
Then we pack up our camera gear out and head out to see what we can see. Storm clouds are building by now; we see rain in the direction we were planning to go. Gerry stops so I can get coffee and we head out in another direction.
It’s one of my favourite ways to spend an afternoon with my husband. Driving back roads, sipping a Caramel Macchiato, chit-chatting, and stopping to shoot when we see something photo worthy.
We stop at a field where storm clouds are stewing in the distance and shoot from a handful of perspectives.
We carry on, on an unfamiliar road that leads us around and round, and ends up on a main road that Gerry recognizes as one he’s been on frequently with his hiking club cronies. He points out hidden hiking trails that I’ll never see.
It’s cold up here. There’s still ice on bodies of water. We stop at a lake and brave the wind and the cold to shoot some unsatisfying images. It’s all part of the process.
The rain starts to sprinkle as we round a corner and see the main highway. We stop at the grocery store to buy more carrots and head for home.
There, we download our images and Gerry heads out to the garage to put another layer of varnish on bench slats. I settle in for a “quick” chat with our daughter (I smile at her texts asking if I have time for a quick chat. They’re rarely quick, but they’re always thought-provoking.)
All in all, it’s a sweet and satisfying Sunday afternoon.