Memory Made

An old friend is visiting with his daughter from Vietnam where they now live. It's strange how we can just drop straight back into the old friendship, as if the time hasn't passed.

I missed yesterday's shot - it just didn't seem right to be interupting the ebb and flow of evening meal banter, but today I took them to Brimham rocks.

A cold wind was blowing over a dusting of snow. Cold for me. Freezing for visitors from Vietnam. Hopefully there's a hint of that in the shot