There’s always a secret behind a photo, a story that only we know. How we felt, what was happening, the wheres and the whys. Secrets that we normally keep to ourselves.
This photo has a big story behind it and because of it it is a bit like a secret to me. So many memories attached to it, I don’t think I will forget. It was taken on a September morning, 2 years ago. We were taking a stroll in the park near our house. The previous days had been very hard, my father-in-law in hospital after a stroke. I remember thinking how magical the dew looked, that most of the days had been unseasonably warm. I remember hope and beauty. Later that day he passed away. Had he survived, this photo would just be a reminder of pointless fear. Now is a reminder of love.