Giles has his fiancée photographed by Antoine’s Portraiture

Colour would have shown her hair as cornfield blonde.
His black & white had a lightness there,
and caught best the eyes’ crinkle of self-amusement,

His pictures of her in that summer market
played down the splash, the gush of strawberries,
riot of red apples, the foil of foliage’s green.
They held a wariness, a shrinking back
within the sunlight. 

At bubbling watersides of sea and blue
the foam’s exhilaration was exactly captured,
dancing before the frowns and shadows
of her uncertainty.

Robert Nisbet

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