The pajama-wearing photog

I absolutely adore photographing nature after a rain. Usually if Sean is home to keep eyes on Dylan, I rush out into the front yard with my camera. Sometimes, like this week, I go out in my pajamas and boots, bra-less and hair-tattered. I'm pretty sure my neighbors are used to me by now. I always hope they don't think I'm taking pictures of them since the camera is always aimed every which way as I crouch in a nearby bush. When I was taking these I noticed my neighbors were sitting down at their kitchen table waving to me.

Oh. Hello, neighbors! I promise I'm not stalking you.