The story of Helen

Helen came to supper. As the Christmas festivities ended on Twelfth Night, Helen and her family (her husband, son and daughter) arrived and shared a seasonal supper with us.
In the twinkling candlelight, we talked and thought, in the soft atmosphere laden with bokeh, we conversed and mused. We whiled away the hours until the clocks had gone to bed and then the evening was over.
But not before a soft clicker clack of the 'silly machine' (as Lee Friedlander describes the Leica) had captured that evening's glow, assisted by a Canon 50mm F1.2 lens, no Noctilux, but a sixtieth of the price.