My crooked man……a term of endearment for my husband of almost 25 years. My best friend, the father of our children, my lover, my biggest fan, my driver…..my everything! Crooked?? not due to a life of crime or anything nearly as sinister, but because he is crooked…….he stands crooked, he walks crooked, he sits crooked……and I love his crookedness. 35+ years of hard physical labour, a severe worklpace accident over 20 years ago and one more recently have had visible impact. He is brave, he is kind, he is stubborn, he is sweet….he is made of good stuff.
My crooked man will be with me on my adventures as I capture images of our beautiful world.