“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: a birthday celebration with our family, bursting with happiness. Percy: with his auntie [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: her last week as a three-year-old…messy pigtails, scuffed boots, sweetness and mischief and all the [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Photos by Lamb & Fox who visited for tea and cake a few days ago. She’s a brilliant photographer and I always [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing, always dancing (despite a heavy head and grouchy temperament). Unfortunately I can’t post [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: this is her look of concern as she watches Che pull a crab out of a rockpool – ISO100, f2.5, 1/1600 [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: apprehensive near spiderwebs, will run a mile if she actually sees the spider – ISO100, f2.8, 1/500 [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she smiles, albeit smugly, and then runs to the camera to see the photo. She is as mischievous as she [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015” Poet: She’s been by my side for most of the week; cooking, painting, helping me load the new washing [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: my beautiful girl…she’s been painting and drawing constantly; at the table, on the floor, [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: childhood in suburbia…and a black eye as a result of chasing her big brother through a maze of [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing at every opportunity. Percy: I think he really suits his name The Tao of Motherhood by [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: I always want to remember her pigtail buns, denim dungarees and her excessive use of pink hair clips. [...]
