“You —” The metacrisis Doctor didn’t bother waiting for the priest to finish talking.
At the word “may,” the Doctor was already reaching for Rose.
By the word “now,” he’d wrapped her in his arms, heedless of the layers of satin skirt he smashed as he brought their bodies together.
Before the priest said “kiss,” the Doctor had already started, as tender and passionate as if it was their first time. As though through the touch of lips and the giving of breath, he was pledging his fidelity, his worship, every fiber of his being and moment of his life.
After the words “…the bride,” the Doctor didn’t let go, and neither did his wife.
(Fonte: robin-scherbatsky, via somethingtoavenge)
(Sunshine On My Mind by amamak photography on flickr)
This is a little something from a project we’ve been cultivating for a little while now. We’re pretty proud of how it’s shaping out.
It’s a double exposure created in Photoshop (not in-camera) of a medium format shot from last winter and a digital shot taken this summer in Cape Cod.
If you’re interested, you can purchase a 12x12 print of it (and others!) on etsy.
