This was taken many years ago. I don’t do portraits often; not confident in myself this way in photograph, and visually I’m usually taken by other things that are interests of mine. This one, I came across looking upon my archive of photographs that is now a lot of my life and, personally, for my own emotional reasons, needed to finish this.
I know it’s soft in focus but that adds a touch of beauty and tenderness for me. #Love
I imagine this is a philosophical question, do you prefer old or new, or are they things that can, or can not be, entirely compared, in the same view?