we took this picture during our first summer together, in fish creek park. these trees grew so close together, their branches are growing into each other's trunks. it has always touched me as a wonderful picture of love, the closeness, the pleasure and the pain. but most especially, the way they are unified individuals. in our vernacular, chris' and my love-language, there is no one and one make one. but it's not one and one make two, either, how prosaic and unromantic! one and one, him and me, we, make eleven. like these trees. just thought i'd share until i get the picture finished.