It seems as if the word “candid” is used as a negative a lot.  However, I would consider myself to be a candid person.  The word itself is defined as frank; outspoken; open and sincere; free from reservation, disguise or subterfuge; straightforward.  My handsome husband and I were attending a family dinner and when I glanced over I noticed Burk’s Aunt was trying to get a picture of us.  It got me thinking about how much of our lives are really candid.  In an age of posed selfies, I vastly prefer life’s moments caught unaware.  We were at the Petroleum Club attending a Murchison family rehearsal dinner and it was lovely.  It was packed and this picture was taken from a distance.  Rarely do we have pictures of us together and I am really glad she took this and sent it to me.  The American writer Connor Franta said:

“It always surprises me how much my followers appreciate how candid my photos are – they may not have a particularly unique subject, but it’s more about the light you shed on the subject than the subject itself.”

I love this quote.  Looking at this candid picture of us I would like to think it says we are a happy couple that loves each other and looks out for one another.  Vainly, I would like to think it says, “Hey, they’re a great looking couple.”  Whatever the light that was shed on us here I am happy to have the memory … candid.