It takes a real scorcher to keep us from being in the garden in the morning.

A little music.  A tasty breakfast.  The Sunday paper.  And spectacles such as this.

My husband and I seldom argue.  And we never actually fight.  Maybe we lack that hot tempered gene.PB010739

But there is one thing that we can never see eye to eye on.  Tom does not believe that Photography is art.  He attributes it to luck.  To being someplace at the right time.  He views it as something easily replicable and not requiring exceptional talent.

This perspective irks me to no end.  It is the one topic that I can’t have a conversation with him about.  Money, sure.  Politics, fine.  Religion, ok.  Photography – don’t go there.

100_1406_2And it bothers me even more that he makes no attempt to humor me for my own love of photography.  Not that he doesn’t admire many of my photos.  Or show them proudly to family and friends.  Or plan decorating projects around them.

He just won’t admit they are art.