11/13/16 (lost and found writings)

He shuttered past me with his adventure soaked camera case, his bow tie and best Sunday shoes.

There wasn't anything about him that spoke to his keen sense of the unspoken.

There he sat quietly pretending not to watch the pedestrian traffic to closely, was he looking for his next shot just like I was..

The one that wouldn't notice my lens catch them

Then it happens we caught each other..

We moved close to each other sharing a table and stories, where I confided he was not the first stranger I had met at this same spot

We both asked why we alone in a spot peppered with families, lovers and puppies on leashes.

His explanation was honest, his partner had passed and he found ways to remember her by doing things they enjoyed together.

His best friend and love lost her battle with breast cancer a year previous, she was his soulmate in everything.

I decided to be honest with mine too, why was I alone outside this cafe on a beautiful Sunday...

No story of lost love just choice

I hadn't been fortunate as he and his love, it was one area that had eluded me and I had stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago.

I felt love was a dangerous disadvantage

Here we were two photographers trying to capture life and found reflection in each others