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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing, again. There’s no denying that she’s been a bit sad about my attention being [...]

the fourth trimester

the last of the blooms from congratulatory bouquets  You would think that typing one-handed whilst breastfeeding is a little like riding a bike; once learned, the skill is yours for life. [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: sometimes being a big sister is exhausting, especially when you have to wait your turn.   Percy: his [...]

babymoon

Everything smells like milk. Precious and fleeting, these newborn days roll into each other as Percy slowly unfurls. We spent his first week in bed and while he slept I drank tea and ate cake; [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she had a bad cold when Percy first arrived so this belated first cuddle was much anticipated.   Percy: [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: despite a heavy head cold you still wanted to go outside and take photos with me.   Shot on a Canon 5D mkiii with [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she succumbs to daydreaming often; a beautiful, peaceful moment to observe (and capture). Shot on a Canon 5D mkiii [...]