Even before I wrote my first blog post on 01 April 2014, I chose these kissing tigers to represent me and the narcissist, David. I always called him “nameri”, which is Hebrew for my tiger. That’s my tiger.
Sadly, I cannot find the original link which contains the photographer’s name. I remember that it had all sorts of info about what type of camera he used and the shutter speed, etc. I remember it was a Japanese guy. Not good enough. I am publishing e-books again and I don’t have proper copyright permission to use this lovely image, so it has to come down from being my frontispiece. At least the tigers can remain in my private library and frolic in my daydreams.