hidden treasure

An afternoon spent in the sweet, sleepy little town of Somers.

in my own time

 

Slowly but surely this little guy has grown to love the sand and sea. After some wary first encounters it makes my heart so happy to now see those chubby feet standing in the shallows of my beloved bay. All summer we couldn't get him in the water. Now, winter is around the corner and we can't get him out. 

For now I'm just going to pretend it hasn't been three months since my last post and hope that you'll forgive me for it..! ;)

6/52

"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2013"

Hanging outside Papa's shed, looking for the 'mota' (motorbike).

 

in with Jodi's portrait series.

these days

 
Fresh, homemade almond milk.
Waiting for the garbage truck.
6am sky.
Off he goes.
Naturally dyed playdough, dried up weetbix. Playdough inspired by this lovely lass.

5/52

 

  "A portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2013"

"Brum bum bum bum bum..." he says, as he sits on his Danish trike, a treasure rescued from local hard rubbish.

Joining in with Jodi's portrait series.

spin!

We've been spoilt with gifts this weekend from Auntie Anna and Uncle Arturo's travels across Europe - the only positive from not joining along on such adventures. This old fashioned top has spun it's way from the Tate straight into these chubby little hands.

4/52

 

"A portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2013"

Roy Orbison is in the house.

Joining in with Jodi's portrait series.