When You Hold My Hand So Tight,
I might loose all my fright.
Non-verbal words that we speak,
Walking to the ocean to take a peek.
In that instant we both forget,
The virus I've beget.
The fear of death is no longer a threat,
For I know Jesus has died, and paid my debt!
I meet this young boy who has AIDS, no fault of his own. He lives at an AIDS orphanage we visited in Haiti. That afternoon we were not able to communicate with words, but even still we spoke. Through our smiles, laughs, and little giggles. Walking on the edge of the surf like the seagulls, trying not to let the waves hit us as we walk. Giving chase to the little crabs running across the sand. Speaking even through each little squeeze of our hands.
With tears, I am at a loss for words.
As we walked back had my 50mm 1.8 on I was trying to get a good shot at 1.8 and I think the DOF is crazy with my finger nails and his, love how it turned out. A little photoshop, b/c it was quite bright out (to darken surrounding areas).