Most people tend to touch each other, after I ask them to take a moment for a photo. It makes me wonder about how well we know the other, or even ourself. We have this idea about how we see ourselves and yet we may be surprised or even embarrassed to see what we look like in a picture. What do we mutually allow our partner to see of us. What do we rather hide? What are we proud of? Even when you don't see the other, they are still there. It somehow gives us four eyes.