Photography Widow

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“When your hobbies get in the way of your work - that's OK; but when your hobbies get in the way of themselves... well...” Steve Martin

My husband has a variety of revolving hobbies that almost always result in my garage, hallway,  etc. being filled with off road vehicles, bicycles, guitars and so on. My housekeeper has stopped asking why there are mountain bikes propped up against the dining room table. All this, I surmise, is the result of a childhood deprived of G.I. Joe dolls, I mean 'action figures' and Matchbox cars, envying the other kids on the block. 

For the most part, these hobbies have done nothing but add to my OCD, save for one. As of late, he is into photography. Despite the fact that my house is filled with stacks and stacks of photography books and we cannot go ANYWHERE without the damn camera(s), I do appreciate and recognize his dedication to documenting our daughter's childhood because, let's face it, my iPhone pics aren't cutting it. 

So, for now, I will try to bite my tongue when I feel the urge to scream, "Put down that camera and either help me with this 100 lb. planter or get your daughter to stop tonguing the shopping cart!" as we stroll through the Target garden center on a Sunday afternoon.