My Little Photographer

One of the little people in my house often high-jacks my camera. Sometimes with my knowledge. Sometimes without.

Here we have a still life. The blanket her dear Auntie Mols (my sister) made for her on a chair at my parents' house.


Our kitchen trashcan. Notice how she captured it's dusty essence.


Ahh. This one is can bring a tear to the eye...a lonely babe. On the kitchen floor.


The laundry room after returning from the hotel with the swimming pool. Nice composition if I may say so myself.


She calls this one 'Bench in Kitchen'.


Her self-portrait. Oh, how dramatic.


Here she is, the photographer herself. Ever stylish. Ever accessorized. My Sadie girl.

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