Wearing her pink and green pajama pants and an overcoat, she scuffs through the kitchen into the garage. Kicks off her fuzzy slippers and pushes her feet into dirty garden shoes; balancing one foot at a time while holding her camera inside a plastic grocery bag.
“What are you doing,” her husband asks while stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth.
“I’m going outside to get a picture of something,” she tells him.
He’s used to this, the way she takes random photos at odd times. But today . . .