There’s definitely a lot to be said for this marriage thing. I love being married for all kinds of reasons, but I especially love being married during snowstorms. This is something I always used to try and do, and I have the sore back to prove it. My former girlfriend is sometimes something of a chore freak – she moves like an animated rabbit sometimes, so fast she’s a blur,  and dishes are washed, things put away, moved and animals fed and watered – before I can even get my boots on.

She loves to shovel snow, which is something of a miracle to me. In these moods, which come and go, she cannot leave a chore undone. I have only to mention there’s a lot of snow out there, and she’s gone. She thinks I shouldn’t be shoveling, because of my back, so she grabs the shovel and snow flies all over the place. Since she feels strongly about it, I have little choice but to accede.

As a photographer and blog supervisor, it is critical that I keep a perspective and capture the feel of a storm, thus I am too busy being creative to move too much snow around. Photographing this is difficult, and I usually have to come in and have some tea and ponder things. I like being married.