Did you know that my husband has been side-lining as an oilfield photographer? Neither did I. He has been snagging
my our camera on his way out the door to the field and comes back with these incredible pictures of the everyday workings of an oil rig.
I shouldn't be surprised. He's a very talented guy. I don't think I'm disclosing confidential information to say that the rigs he attends to are on a prison farm. Isn't that scary/exciting/very 1930's?