Today, Annie and I celebrate 35 years since our matching during a religious gathering in Yongin, Korea. We were no more than a few hours together when someone shot the Featured Image for us.
The companion capture is a day or two later, possible Jan. 10, 1989 or the 11th. We each hold a bottle of McCol, a carbonated barley drink that, honestly, I disliked. The photographer is unknown for both pictures, although he and/or she used one of our film cameras (no digital shooters back then).
I look at the two portraits and wonder where did time go. Annie was 30 and I was 29. She is quite pretty and remains so. But her inner charm is sweetest sincerity. I love her, and that’s enough said.