This picture is cheesy as hell, but the only reason I took it like this is because I hate having my picture taken, I never have my picture taken–as a matter of fact and I run and hide if I see a camera lens approaching me–and the only part of myself I am willing to photograph are my hands. Hence this.
The kid whose hand is touching mine here (mine is the one with the khaki sleeve) is a boy who is very special to me. I first saw him a day after he was born; he’s nine now and has always been a part of my life and I have always been a part of his. Sadly, he lives in London with his mother, so I only get to meet him when he comes to visit his dad in Manchester. I will continue to refer to him as “nephew” even though that may not be the case in the future. (But that’s a different topic.)
I’ve been deliberating whether to post this picture. Posting would mean I would have to get a but personal and, like I said, it looks cheesy. But then I thought, what the hell, so I posted.
Too much shit is going down in the world today, so remember to spread the love.