I’ve been feeling strangely restless of late and last night, at about 2 am, I asked the wife if she intended to be awake until dawn. Like me, she’s a night owl and usually goes to bed shortly before the sun comes out. ”What time is dawn?” she asked. I checked the weather network and found that the sun rose at 6:28. Having informed her of this, I was pleased to learn that she would be awake.
“Let’s go to the park,” I said. ”And look at birds.”
She found this idea agreeable and grabbed her camera. We both wore pink, which garnered immediate compliments from cyclists. For both of us! This is quite odd as it’s usually my plumage that attracts notice while I tend to reduce the people beside me to invisibility. ”Try to upstage me again,” I said to my dear wife, “and I will cut you.”
Taking my comment as a challenge rather than a warning, she pulled her switchblade and lunged towards my throat. Using the akido I learned in previous relationships, I disarmed her. Our struggle brought us close together and our fight quickly escalated into passionate lovemaking on the sidewalk outside of the mini-mall. This garnered no compliments from anyone. It did attract the notice of the police. Decoying them with the box of Timbits we keep for such purposes, we escaped into the park.
It was a shockingly beautiful morning. So beautiful, that I had threaten to cut it too.
Pictures with captions after the jump. None have been manipulated in any way.
Wife and I.
Sometimes I glow in photos. It's a nasty habit that Nan has warned me about.
They always tell you to stop and sniff the flowers. They never warn you about the bees.
One of my favorite pics of the wife. You can't tell but we were surrounded by chickadees. She's looking up at one of the cute little fellows.
Keeping an eye out for danger. I'd heard rumors of joggers.
Happily strolling along.
I don't often pose for photos. This is why. Though truthfully, even without the camera there, I would have been acting like an ass.
Imagine how happy the wife was to see me pick a flower.
Now imagine her disappointment when I gave it to myself.
And now imagine me hearing ye olde list of Ryan's personality flaws.
For the life of me, i don't understand why certain people don't just pick their own flowers. I did eventually give it to her. She did one of those 'he loves me, he loves me not' things. Turns out I love her. Big mouthed flower.
On a bridge, being quiet so that we won't wake the troll beneath it.
It woke up anyway but, luckily for us, wanted a pre-breakfast swim.
I just realized these photos are chronologically backwards. Not bothering to change that now.
Why don't I go to the park every morning? It's wonderful.
Waiting for the wife who was busy with her camera.
Still waiting. No wait, these are backwards. So not waiting so much yet.
It's almost like you know what's about to happen!
Leading my wife up the garden path.
I plain like this photo. Nice and simple.
