Behold thou art fair, my love.
Behold thou art fair.
(Song of Solomon 1:15)
When I look in a mirror I see the toll the years have taken. Like the woman in the Song of Solomon I have spent seasons toiling in the sun, and when I was young the only sun screen we had was baby oil and mother’s cautions to wear a hat. My cousins inherited glorious red hair; I just got the red head’s complexion, and spent many a summer’s night nursing a sunburn with a cold wet cloth. When I look in a mirror I don’t see fair.
I watched a professional photographer edit photos a while ago. I had seen her enhance lighting and subdue blushes on blushing brides before.
“People want to remember their wedding,” she said. “They don’t want to remember the giant zit that showed up on the end of their nose…
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