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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: following me as Luisa takes photos.    A strange choice for a portrait but I don’t have many photos of the [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she dressed herself (in her printebebe smock top) and then accessorised with a butterfly brooch, the necklace she [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: laughing so hard she had to bring her hand to her face.    That number up there indicates that there’s only [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: exploring a very wintry garden after a morning of clouds and rain.    Apologies for this late post. After a few [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: obligatory ‘first day of preschool’ photo and she opts to pose like a dancer, of course. Carrying her [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: surrounded by her family and friends on her third birthday, she was overcome with joy as we  sang her Happy [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: after making fresh juice (orange, carrot, celery, beetroot) and drinking it all up, the teatowel was the best [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she followed my into the neighbours garden one cold, cold morning and together we picked lemons. She’s [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: with remnants of babychino around her mouth and between her eyebrows (!) she shows me a leaf and in that split [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: looking so grown-up all of a sudden. Sigh, she’s almost 3 (ISO 800, f2.8, 1/1000th)   Thank you for all your [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: picking flowers (once again) in the dark, wintry garden. “We go home and I put the flowers in a vase, ok [...]