“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: We had planned an ocean swim to celebrate his first week of school but the sand was covered in seaweed and the [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: He flies the nest tomorrow; his first day of school…(wings by wittlebird) Poet: Cheekiest little girl I know [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: We took him to the movies for the first time and he was completely overwhelmed. Two days later, after lots of [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: sandy and sunkissed (you can see my silhouette and the ocean in his eyes) Poet: she hides behind that golden curl [...]
“You should step out of your comfort zone at least once a day,” said a friend of mine recently. She rolled her eyes when I told her that once a day was far too frequent. On Sunday [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: It was 38degrees at 7:30pm so we went to the ocean for relief. He noticed my camera; “Quick mum, just a few [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Evening walks to talk about his day….and everything this year will bring. Poet: Ringlets, beads and floral [...]
In late 2011 I started thinking about a portrait project. I was in awe of Georgia and her 365 photos of the year; even more enamoured with the thought of a hard-cover printed album at the end of [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Waiting for her (she’s smelling the daisies). Poet: Waiting for him (he’s chasing the ducks) And [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Lazy afternoons reading in bed. I see so much of Daniel here. Poet: Completely mesmerised by Sunny and Scout [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Sitting outside the laundry, wondering what to do next. Poet: At the rock pool, running in and out of the water, [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Wrapped in a serape, watching the children play on the sand below. Poet: She watched the big kids from afar; so [...]
