Bub and I share a love for photography. But it wasn't always that way. When we first started dating 3 years ago Bub's only camera was a lil 3MP olympus point and shoot (I know, cute right?)
I used to drag him around on all my photo excursions. At first he wouldn't understand why I would run around and take photos of abandoned buildings or fast moving carnival rides. It wasn't till he saw my "end result" of the actual photo that he finally got it.
So, I inspired him to give photography a go.
He now owns way more camera equipment than I do and can work a camera better than me (not sure how I feel about that yet...)
Seeing him grow into one helluva photographer has been--for lack of a better term--pretty freakin awesome.
Since he's in the air force he had an opportunity to go see the very last space shuttle to ever leave earth. Check out his pictures...they give me goosebumps. (I kinda feel like a proud mama right now)
not only have I rubbed off on him--but he has rubbed off on me too.
He has gotten me to go ATV-ing in abandoned construction zones (not gonna lie, kinda petrifying)
pssshhh you didn't think I'd wear my clothes to get them covered in dirt--did ya?? Nope. It clearly states in the boyfriend handbook that the girlfriend has free reign over any and all clothing that said boyfriend possesses. Girlfriend also has the right to steal boyfriend's clothes for the following reasons: She's too cold, she needs a shirt to sleep in, she doesn't wanna get her clothes covered in mud.
isn't my pink helmet so rad guys?
Few things you should know about this photo: Steve's boots that I am wearing are not supposed to be "brown" and wearing 5 layers of clothing in the middle of november in NY will make you look like you gained 15 lbs
He has *attempted* to get me to get over my fear of heights
and oh yeah, I shot a gun.
how have you guys rubbed off on each other?