He puts me in the car. He pulls up to a coffee hut and orders us javas to go. He heads out in whatever direction suites his fancy. He plays a podcast. He talks.
I sit on a heated seat. I sip my cup o' jo. I photograph the scenes speeding by. I listen.
This has been our Monday ritual as of late.
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That sounds like us. . . on Thurdays or Fridays. . . as we travel out of town to Cheyenne for a day off. Sigh. Nice.
Stunning photos. You always transport me places. I love that about your photographs. x
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