When the time is right

This was the time on the last day in Paris. When's the next time? When it's right. All the best things take a little time and a little patience. When everything is right it will be perfect again. It always is. You are.

As summer ends...

As sitting in the park under the sun passes with the seasons I now yearn for a sofa and a log fire and a glass of wine and you.

More times please

The Paris Metro took us to some great times. But that was then, this is now, so let's have some more. I don't care where because it's being with you that makes any place the best place.

What's left behind

I thought it would have been more scary here but it's all too de-humanised. It's the soul that's beautiful, the body is just an embodiment of that. Bones just frame the soul.
You are beautiful inside and out, I knew that before I knew you.

Loved how much?

No apologies for still being in Pere Lachaise. It's a beautiful place and so respectful. It makes you wonder just how much a person was thought of to mark their passing in such a magnificent way. I hope they were as loved in life.
I'll make sure that you know every single day just how much you are loved and adored. It will always be more than you know.

Enhanced

Sometimes I enhance images to make them feel more like the time we spent there than just a take away of a place. It's perfectly okay, after all, it's what being with you does to me all the time.

Not just a black cat that's lucky...

I am too, I know it and appreciate it and that's all because of you.

Great Art

Good art is what you like, great art is what you'd choose to live with. Great art makes you want to be there, shows you something new every time and when the light changes or you move around it you see it all anew, it teaches you about the world, life and yourself.
If you're lucky you'll share your life with someone who is like this, always something new to learn, to see and to make you want to reach out to touch and discover.
Thank you for being my great art.

and the living is easy

Maybe this is our desert island, wind-up gramophone just out of view, your Baileys chilling in the surf...

If I say it it's true

There are three things in life I'm certain of; death, taxes and the fact I want you for always. I can get you to understand the first two but I seem to be struggling to get you to believe me on the third.
While you ponder here's a fir cone heart.

While you were sleeping...

...I walked off the bubbles.
Some things are as nothing to the casual observer. It's intentional. You need to know to know.

Back a bit

Remember this? On the way between the cable car and the ferry. You show me places I wouldn't go without you, it's what you do, you enhance me and inspire my life.

There will always be more times

We talked about going back, a different sunset over a changed beach but the same great time. Almost a year on we're slightly different people, more comfortable, more together and, for me, even more in love.

Without you...

I'm always less 'me' without you.

Reflecting

It's nice to reflect on things past, remembering why and what, but we've only just begun so we can look forward to so much more to come.

Old Faces

You remembered the Simpsons cover. I remembered a few more having the benefit of, shall we say, more experience?! One of the [oh so many] joys of being with you is what we find as we make every moment count.

Water-watching

Pre-dinner, post-art, just sat watching the world's evening unfold and wondering what it holds for us.

My time

Because all my time with you is always the best times.

How excited?

Excited

You colour my life

You do!

The enemy that is time

A four-hour meeting, a 20 minute wait in line for a bus, 30 minutes to watch light move across land before taking its picture and the time feels like it's right.
So why do minutes turn into hours when you are away and hours into minutes when we are together?

Missing You

It's time to start looking forward, planning the next good times. A pier is always a favourite, hand in hand over the boards, the sun and the sea and time. The world goes on around us but I notice only you.

Room for two

Imagine climbing the ladder, closing the trap door then settling into a settee while the sea swirls in below and the sun sets over the horizon.

Life is in the stories

I like a project, I like a bit of history and a story. So I bought this:

Some things aren't immediately attractive and you're not drawn in. There has to be a spark to start with but a spark cannot be maintained, you need a fire. I always thought you were beautiful, I never knew how beautiful until I knew you better, and the more I know you the more beautiful you become. What is inside always makes everything more interesting. The more I know, the more I want to know.

Around 70 years of stories in this found box. I'd love to know every one but I can't. I can only freeze the contents into photographs and re-present them anew and add my own new tales.
Like us, we're here now and I want to grow old with you, hearing your stories, sharing mine and writing our own.

Dreamy? You are.

Remember the fishes, taken during what could have been a trip to our personal zoo? This looks ethereal. You are always a dream.