Twenty minutes later, with my camera bag in toe and a scarf wrapped around my neck to keep warm, we left the cabin.
Timber said, “I want to see you at work.”
I tried to tell him there wasn’t anything exciting about my job. “I hold up the camera to my right eye, look into it, let it focus on its own, and, bingo, a picture is taken. Trust me, it’s definitely easier than having sex.”
He balked at my comment and chuckled. “What kind of camera did you bring? The same Nikon you used in March?”
He was talking about my red and black Nikon D500 with an eight to fifteen vibration reduction (VR) image. The camera did the trick for my work, but I had others I loved just as much.
“Yes. But this time, I brought two others.” I rattled off numbers and letters, which baffled him.
We walked side by si
