I have to admit, I’m a hopeless romantic. I saw this couple walking hand-in-hand by the Little Spokane and instantly thought of the strangers I captured with my lens in Leavenworth a few years ago, and before them the husband and wife who danced together one chilly autumn evening, believing themselves to be alone and never realizing that I had caught a glimpse of their love story.

The odds are very low, practically non-existent, that it really is the same couple I keep running into every few years… but I like to think it is anyway, that there is some wonderful and inexplicable force causing us to cross paths time and time again: the lovers and the silent observer, the story and the storyteller.

This post originally appeared on Beyond the Yellow Door.

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