YOU WILL BE MISSED

About 7 years ago I forced Kent to get a hobby. He was resistant because he didn’t have time. I was as insistent as he was resistant. He caved in and chose photography as his hobby. Slowly he found time for his new passion. I noticed he cared for his camera with the tenderness of a mother with a newborn babe. Today for the first time in 7 years my husband is without a camera. It became necessary to send the much loved Canon to New Jersey for cleaning and maintenance. The salty air on our last trip proved too much for his 30D. As my husband walked out of the house this morning with longing in his voice he said “I miss my camera.” I do too.