Fifteen.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

This was both the hardest and easiest couple to photograph so far.
Hardest because for the last 5 weeks I have been unwell, and so very tired.  I felt like I’d lost my phojo and any sense of willingness to do anything remotely challenging.  It’s been an inward battle for the last 2 weeks to even think about doing anything related to this little project.  Let me just sit here and dwell in my little comfort zone, thank you very much.
Easiest because at the end of the day I simply willed myself to pick my camera up and take it to where I knew there’d be many people, hopefully two of which would be happy to pose for me.  And then this gorgeous couple happened.  This was the first shot I took of them, and easily my favourite.  It makes me happy. And it restored my phojo, or at the very least my lack of eagerness to look beyond myself.

Twelve.

Eleven.

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