Shedding some light on the other person behind the camera, and today’s his birthday so it just seems fitting, and if I get his age right it’s only because I asked or did the math (I’m always a year off).
He’s the golden retriever puppy to my lazy housecat.
The guy I decided was boyfriend material because he compared my swimming to “a wet dog trying to keep its hair dry”
Once at an event we were photographing, a friend said she likes me but loves him.
Which, frankly I agree with that sentiment.
He’s the guy with boundless energy, ever-encouraging and optimistic, always wanting to serve, and the hardest worker around.
So happy birthday old man.