If I Had Known...

Jim and I had the whole weekend to ourselves. The weather was amazing, and we had time for naps and reading in the breeze and naps, and walking around downtown, strolling through museums, seeing friends, going to a movie, and naps.

We walked around downtown last night for a couple of hours, because I was just itching to take a few pictures, scout out some new hideouts for an upcoming client, and to hold hands with Mr. Koch. Sunday night is best for that, because Downtown is practically empty.

I really only had an itch for a few pictures, but Jim was eager to get his hands on my camera somewhere other than our house. He took all kinds of shots. It was super fun. I showed him all sorts of things, like making white balance adjustments, how to focus on a subject, and how to move the focal point around. We talked composition, and all kinds of basic things.

And then he started taking pictures of me. It was originally my idea, I needed a new profile picture, like one I didn't take quick in a mirror myself and settle for because I was so done taking pictures of myself in a mirror (nothing is stupider, I assure you).

But man, if I had known I was going to be getting my close-up, I would've gotten ready first.

So here I am with almost no make-up on my face, post-nap, but in a favorite shirt, so that's a bonus.

He did a great job, no? All I did was add slight cropping, and a few other things (like removing the zits on my chin). Less than 5 minutes of editing on each one. It was creepy seeing my own face staring back at me inside Photoshop.

I love my husband.