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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: furrowed brow, quizzical eyes, pouty lips and tapping fingers on the top of her walking stick.  I had three [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: Looking so much like her Daddy but those lips…I’ll always take the credit.    I took an abundance of [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: Girl! When she’s unamused she pokes her tongue into her cheek.  She is getting harder to photograph, simply [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: the joy of running between white sheets and marvelling at the bright.   White sheets were hanging on the washing [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: gosh, the drama! A split-second glare before turning her head and raising her eyebrows.   My new camera arrived [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: oh little one, you are growing up so fast.   My friend Luisa took this photo unbeknownst to me. Such a beautiful [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: why catch butterflies when you can see the world through a pink coloured lens/net? (ISO 100, f2.8, 1/500)   I [...]

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: with all our ocean swims her hair is reaching a new level of wild. So too is her temperament (shot on a canon 5d [...]

The 52 Project – 2014

taken on the last day of 2013, an early morning portrait of Poet In 2013 I was asked to write a piece on motherhood for Papier Mache magazine and I chose to tell the story of 52. This is what the [...]

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: warming himself in the sun, giggling uncontrollably as I tickle his belly (with my toes). Poet: a special ice-cream [...]

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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: tired, exhausted and hot but still, the fairy lights intrigue. Poet: standing in my childhood bedroom, admiring [...]