I have a double whammy for you – a photo with two interpretations of kiss AT THE SAME TIME!
I had to drag it from the vault – a black-and-white of yours truly at the age of 8 with my grandmother’s dog. On the most obvious level, I am in the process of receiving a kiss from the poodle. Yes, dangerously close to my own mouth – can’t remember how that turned out actually…
On the second level is a fond memory of my other, kinder grandmother. As you can see, I was a very freckly child. Not something that ever bothered me. I rather liked them actually. My grandma made them even more special though – she would often tell me they were brownies’ kisses (I’ve also heard them called faeries’ kisses), and they were a sign of good luck
More about this and other photo challenges can be found here.