It took me a bit longer than expected, but here I am with your second of two Italy updates! (You can see the first half of our trip here.) We left off with the tiny town of Castellina with a super-creepy entire skeleton “relic.” And though I put Siena in the title of the post, there were no photos of Siena. Well, so it goes. I didn’t take many and we were only there one afternoon. So we move on to dah-dah-DAH-dah Florence! Florence was really really great.
George and I are not ordinarily very sentimental people – perhaps me even more so than him (actually, now that I think about it – definitely I am less sentimental). Yesterday, we were supposed to celebrate our second anniversary at a reasonably fancy restaurant. I ditched him to go second shoot a wedding. But here’s the thing – George was totally on-board. He wasn’t even mad, and we’ve rescheduled our dinner. (All photos from this post are big thanks to wedding photographer Angel Kidwell, who photoed George and me recently in our neighborhood).
My poor beleaguered husband. Imagine, for a moment, you are the spouse of a photographer. And you have no kids. Can you imagine the inordinate amount of time my husband has to spend in front of my camera because I want to “test something out”? Back in the day, this could take hours. I’ve gotten a lot faster at “testing” and he gets off a lot easier than when we were dating (but then again, we were dating) but he still ends up in front of the camera fairly often. “Oh god the light is so good here,” I might say, already reaching into the bag for the camera. He’ll sigh and give me that “yeah yeah go ahead” look. Most of my photos of him feature said look.