Hands? Oh boy. It took some thinking but then one photo sprung to mind, and in its original incarnation four years ago it was taken merely to show off my new favourite thing in all the world; my engagement ring.
I’ve had a good look at it now, and altered it to draw attention to the details, to really focus on the imperfections in our hands, the human-ness of our skin, of the two of us. Of all of us really. Because what is love? The smooth-skinned simple perfection of Hollywood movies and fairy tales, or two humans with their moments of genius and their times of failure all jumbled inside, coming together, with some hard work and gentle caring, to make life better for both. When we’re in love we can’t wear our public masks of unblemished faces and carefree hearts, but we must face each other bare, warts and all. When you find that person you can face, both of you naked inside and out, then you have found love.