So, I’ve written 2 stories thus far for this image and looking at them both – I just don’t care for either. I photographed these figures at a flea market in Barcelona. The booth was a permanent but small antique store and the dolls were hanging from a line by the entrance.

Initially, I saw metaphoric content on marriage. Yet my wife never saw that at all and simply found poetic resonance in the design and contrast. Which, I didn’t necessarily recognize but welcomed her viewpoint and it only added to my perspective. Thankfully, she tends to see light where I’m typically consumed by darkness. Most of the time, anyway.

I’ve never asked before but if you want to share a story, poem, or your own perspective – please send – I welcome the collaboration.