I’ve gotten this one a lot lately, so of course, I’ll tell you the story:
Hoyt told me he had feelings for me about a month ago. A few nights later, before we had decided it was most beneficial to not be friends for now, we were hanging out and I said, “I need a name for you, so I can talk about you on my blog.”
Hold on, let me show you a picture first.
The man is bald. And he has a beard. So… back to the story.
“How about ‘The Eagle,’?”
“You now, some eagles are bald. Or maybe Dragon.”
“Cause…there are bearded dragons.”
“I was thinking more of a Jim or a Tom, an actual name that just isn’t yours.”
“OH! Well, as long as it’s not Hoyt. I hate that name. It’s ridiculous.”
Ridiculous…says the theologian/scientist who just asked to be an eagle or a dragon…while the wicked little woman next to him plots how funny it will be to call him just that!
meanwhile, the above photo is super cute, but I think it’s even funnier when you add it’s counterpart, a photo of me from the same time.
I love the composition of all of Ashley’s photos, but when I was looking for one that captured well the bald/bearded thing, I especially smiled while comparing Hoyt’s simple, precise attire and methods (and itty bitty tool) and my loud, wild, helter skelter technique and corresponding GIANT wand.