“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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    Ouch! Poor Poet. And look at Percy's eyes against that black! Amazing.

  • Carie

    Aww poor Poet, what a war wound! And Percy is just gorgeous!

  • Kathy

    Tough when they get hurt playing fun back yard games….oh and Percy….adorable…such a lovely age. Regards Kathy A, Brisbane

  • Jessica G.

    Your children have such strikingly beautiful eyes. And poor Poet. That must have hurt.

  • Brandi

    Oh Poet, I feel your pain. I was always chasing my older brother, and always suffering a bit for it! Percy is a doll!

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    Ouch, that's quite a shiner! Tough girl!

  • mackenzieglanville

    that would have hurt! Glad she is OK, gorgeous photographs as always lovely lady

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