photo from Emil's album. The lady facing the camera is my great grandaunt Saima, and the man is her husband Emil, who was an amateur photographer in the early decades of last century.
I see more and more of Saima in me when I look into the mirror. Maybe it's because of my cheeks getting rounder, maybe it's because of my hair getting longer (still, you can just barely call it a bob now), maybe it's just me getting older, or more observant.
I like how removing colour from a scene makes it somehow slow down. Of course it's merely the eye getting a break from chaos.
Today I am tired. Also, wearing the brightest lipstick wishing it would make things better.