I enjoy random moments of delight in all activities involving spending time with my husband. (Wait, this sounds sentimental and hence unlike me.) Correction: I enjoy doing what I like, and when hubby joins too, I don’t hate it. (Better.)
To celebrate our wedding anniversary (which hubby forgot, and on which I deliberately congratulated him a day later), we went for a shooting trip. Bearing no grudges (more precisely, hubby doesn’t, but I do to introduce a balance), the shooting was done with cameras rather than shotguns.
We drove to a nearby flooded quarry (not nearby enough to walk; also, all distances above one mile are no walking distances for me). The quarry provided plentiful photography opportunities, as well as lots of opportunities to stumble, slip and otherwise come to harm (I think I’d rather drown but save the DSLR than the other way round).
Besides not so break-through observations (such as that wet surfaces are slippery), I discovered that frogs have orgasm. As far as one can judge from the enthusiastic shrill sounds they were constantly making. I duly recorded a proof of this discovery, which you can watch in a loop below. (Not workplace safe: hover over the video and click the amplifier icon in the upper left corner to hear sound.)
Because we have a sense of humour, hubby and me took candids of each other in undignified poses. Such as, me on all the four trying to take a macro shot of a flower. Or, hubby lying flat on his back, with his belly and his camera pointing upwards, trying to take a shot of something in the sky. We consigned all these to the recycle bin, so I present only the nice pictures in the gallery above.