Sunday, May 17, 2015
20/52
"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 towels and sheets on the washing line (and then banging head on into the metal pole)
Percy: his sweet little personality is emerging
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Jodi
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Ouch! Poor Poet. And look at Percy's eyes against that black! Amazing.
ReplyDeleteAww poor Poet, what a war wound! And Percy is just gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteTough when they get hurt playing fun back yard games....oh and Percy....adorable...such a lovely age. Regards Kathy A, Brisbane
ReplyDeleteYour children have such strikingly beautiful eyes. And poor Poet. That must have hurt.
ReplyDeleteOh Poet, I feel your pain. I was always chasing my older brother, and always suffering a bit for it! Percy is a doll!
ReplyDeleteOuch, that's quite a shiner! Tough girl!
ReplyDeletethat would have hurt! Glad she is OK, gorgeous photographs as always lovely lady
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