Saturday morning, after a night with friends around the campfire, I woke up to the crisp air that was pouring through the open window over my head. The Hubby opened his eyes and suggested we go to Pryor for breakfast and to WalMart to look for a new antenna. I was hesitant but it sounded like something different. A wonderful drive, breakfast and a new antenna in our car and it was back to the day.
The Hubby was tinkering on the roof with the antenna and I took the opportunity to snap a picture of his electrician tools. Those tools have been something I've looked at and be in great admiration of since I met him nearly 36 years ago. This may be a painting someday.
Little Clayton had worn himself out on his big run in the meadow...
The Hubby and his big catch...
(another painting?)
but he did release...
3 comments:
Isn't it funny how as artists we look at everything as a possible painting? I do that, too. When I'm running, I often see the cloud formations as possible subjects.
Did he really release all those beautiful, delicious looking fish? Happy fall! Everything looks wonderful.
I love the picture of the tools. I vote that you make a painting of it.
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