What’s in a picture

So , the picture I have in the corner. I have been asked a number of times who took it and what I am smiling at. I have been told that I look happy and I have been asked why – well there is a story to that.

There is another one, that my now-ex took of me took, they ex who did such a effective job of breaking my heart. Its of me laying on my back smiling. And everyone loves it of me.

They tell me I am so happy, appear so in love and it glows from me. I was – It did – that time is now past.

I wanted another one – that glowed as much, that was just about me.

So when I was in Rio, first couple of days there, I was up early and the sun was streaming in, past Corcovada. I was happy and at peace and at rest and at ease – with myself and my life, and I wanted to capture that. So I lay on the sofa and using the timer took a couple of pictures – only 2 or 3, and that was one of them.

I really like the picture, and I think it captures me now – grey in my beard, a few wrinkles, a bit of sun damage but smiling and looking out to the world with a measure of joy.

And thats the story of that picture.