I sat in our rented 2021 Kia waiting again for my husband to get the “shot.” He made me wait in a Tucson gallery parking lot while he photographed shadows on the stucco white walls and who knows what else.
“Sorry,” he said. “My media card wasn’t inserted all the way, and I had to reshoot everything.“
I’d heard that one before, and this trip to Arizona was no exception.
”You should never have married a photographer.”
About twenty minutes away from our airbnb, the line of clouds that ran the length of the mountains caught Alan’s attention.
”I need to get that shot,” he said. He veered into the far right lane when we were routed to go straight. Two minutes later, he pulled into a Popeyes parking lot, and there I was In the car once again while he ran around a commercial neighborhood. The steady stream of cars and trucks pulled into the takeout line. I was shocked at the number of customers who ate all kinds of chicken that I wouldn’t touch.
Maybe twenty minutes later, my husband returned with his second excuse of the day.
”I got lost and didn’t get the shot.”
I wanted to shoot him. And my stomach rumbled. It was close to dinner time.
We pulled out of the parking lot and headed north on Oracle.
Not so fast. This photographer’s wife should have known that we’d make one last stop.
”There’s a Walgreens,” I said by mistake. Yep, you guessed it. Walgreens has a parking lot, and once again my husband got out of the car, leaving me to sit and stew.
This time my wait was shorter. Needless to say my husband didn’t get the shot he’d been pining for. Maybe next time.
Note: Please excuse any typos. I’m writing this post on my iPad which is a challenge.