Quodlibets: What I do with words, he does with pictures

Every time I think that S can't get any better as a photographer, he goes and takes a picture like this. I don't really know anything about photography, but I can tell that he's really, really talented. I wish I could take photos like him--but only sometimes, because I'm pretty sure that if I could take photos like that I'd be living in a box on the side of the road, poor from having bought so much photography equipment. Also, I doubt that S and I could be together if our life was a competition: who takes the best photos? Also, can you imagine our vacations? There would never be pictures of us together (not that there are all that many now), just lots of duelling pictures of him in front of a monument, and then me in front of a monument. And returning from vacation would go like this: "I shot the Pantheon better." "No, I did." "Yeah, well, I got a better shot of the forum."

I'm just that competitive and he's just too good. Anyway, I don't think visually. About that aforementioned photo, I said, "That cross standing out in the sky is striking." To which he replied: "There are three crosses in the photo." Do you know how long it took me to see three crosses? Long enough that you'd be embarrassed for me. I just don't process information visually. I used his camera the other night to take some photos, just as a joke, and you know what? The photos were a joke. I can't see, when I look through that little rectangle thing, the same things he does. I'm in constant amazement.

It's nice to live with someone who can take such amazing pictures. It's nice to see myself the way he sees me. And above all, it's damn nice not to have to carry a camera everywhere.