It's early morning in Sayan and I wake up in a tree house out of this world, dreamt up by Elora, whose wedding I shot five years ago. All the Hardys are visual artists, everything here is a feast for the eye, an experience for the senses. As a photographer this is the easiest job you could imagine, yet I feel I want to capture more, go deeper. These people touch me, not just in the metaphorical sense, but the literal. As I was shooting their family talent show the other night I felt an arm around my waist and earlier John put his arms around my shoulders. "We've missed you, Jonas." Touch. A sense so desperately underrated. It's humble, quiet, doesn't take as much space or get the attention the other senses get, but we need it. I need it. These are the Hardy sisters. They touch me. And I want to capture that.