Sunday, 14 July 2013


"A portrait of my baby, once a week, every week, in 2013."
A picnic in a shady spot. Looking out over the golden fields with only the gentle chirrup of birds and the distant murmur of voices as our soundtrack.

Waiting for me to unpack the food, she's craning her neck to see what's for lunch.

Joining in with Che and Fidel


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