It’s all about the eyes ….
This beautiful young woman is Nancy’s granddaughter, and one of my partner, Nigel’s, non-identical twin daughters. We bundled them off to the graffiti-covered old sales’ sheds next to Hagley Park (Christchurch) for a ‘shoot’ for their seventeenth birthday.
I’ve spent ages trying to write this next paragraph. I want to talk about Georgia’s eyes. About how they’re like Nigel’s. About how I edited them to make them stand out even more. I’ve re-written the paragraph several times, and this will be the last time. And it’s nothing like the other attempts, but it’s running off my fingers a lot more quickly. Anyway, it’s about the eyes. I just think more should be said. I should be explaining myself more. But I don’t know what else to say. Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb …. That should do it.
Hmmm ….. I wonder if I should ‘move’ from hands to eyes. There’s a thought.