Saturday, April 30, 2011


There's this photo on the Facebook page of someone I don't really know. A portrait of him, taken by his wife. It's a small, soft focus, sepia toned study, that I am completely touched by.

It's a poem. Contained in it is their feeling for each other. In the way he is looking at her out of the frame, is everything between them, in the way she has taken the picture is everything between them. It's intimate to the greatest, sweetest degree - and she put it on Facebook. To show everyone what they have. Who he is, how he loves her, how she loves him. It's a beautiful thing, the still, serious quiet in his face, looking at her. How it's one half of the story but it tells it all. It's surrounded by pictures of their darling child and their sweet, daily life, but it is even richer, maybe, in its simple revelation.


Mwa said...

Sweet. But at the same time maybe a bit strange? These things used to be private. I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Jo said...

Well, it's just a photo of her husband's face. And he looks nice in it. I don't think it's anything that shouldn't be public, really.

Mick said...

Sometimes I notice a photo like that. It's nice. It certainly beats the trying-too-hard posed pics.
It makes a refreshing change to see true love :-)