Don came into the bedroom this morning with his daily weather report just after my feet hit the deck at 5:30. He had been up since 4:25, and he told me that there was an unusually heavy dew this morning. I've never known anyone so in tune with atmospheric conditions as Don is, and, as was the case this morning, he often gives me a heads up about what I might want to shoot. It's only one of his many endearing qualities. This morning, he informed me that we've been married 8400 days. That's exactly 23 years, to normal people. 23 really good ones.
