The dilemma of a blank page.
The contrast between words that do not arrive and the amount of images that inundate us.
They reached us by the hand of no one and it was different, always different.
Neither better nor worse, or one way or another, just different.
A kind of popcorn and peanut butter ice cream, for the most greedy ones.
Since then the ties have tightened, the words have multiplied, we told, we lived and vibrated with one of the happiest days of their lives. The first of the rest.
Today words are added to shared moments, the ice cream flavour doesn't disappear and the enthusiasm of a meeting fills us pages and pages of will.
From bride and groom to friends, it was how it all started, each one on its side of the camera, in the place which we would always come to repeat over and over again.
This is where it all started.
We left the blank page, we added it pretty pictures and remember the first day of all the the rest, like so: