In the years I’ve spent together with Dan, one thing has been certain: I’m the photographer. I’m the one behind the lens, happily snapping away, producing piles (well, digital piles) of photos of my accommodating husband’s wide grin, our many shared dinners, and structures near and far in various states of crumbling decay. This truth held for a long time. Actually, it held until last weekend, when, while I was otherwise occupied, Dan snuck off to the Pioneer Valley armed with my camera and a list of farmers’ markets. Continue reading →