Not so many pictures of the two of us
In fact, I could count them using my fingers. So it happens, I have them well deposited in my virtual library inside my head. Our first picture together in the studio of a friend, one picture forgotten, after we had returned from Bazna, three pictures during our Barcelona trip this spring, and a couple more in Tuscany. There are of course numberless other pictures I have taken, you have taken, or other people have taken, where we feature each by himself or together in larger groups.
As such, you can imagine the weird feeling I have experienced this morning, when my friend who doesn’t know you, told me that he has found a picture of us, the two of us, on one of the computers in his office.
