Oh, the life of a photographer's spouse

I am glad to know that I'm not the only one that uses their husbands for models. One lady has her poor husband pose in the kitchen, in his suit, on his way to work in the mornings.

Now, me, I'm different. I don't make him hold still. (That seems to come naturally to Bumble, tee hee.) I just snap when I really feel I have to. Like this morning. I felt like everytime I take a portrait of one of my "100 Strangers", I can never get the focus right. Oh. The ears come in sharp as a tack. Or the tree behind them. So this morning I had to practice on Bumble. And, oh man, did I nail it. The lighting. The focus. It was all dead-on. He is such a hottie!

At the Oasis