More work from my five-year-old daughter, this time … portraiture.
Of Tigger. Notice the thoughtful composition and contrast with a princess purse and a Swiss book about flowers.
And then a different kind of animal shot: dragon with little brother.
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a new friend out the window in the Swedish spring
The hare out the window
Died on a rock two winters ago
This spring, a new one
photography: the fine edge between spring and winter in sweden
I have not had the time I would like to take pictures lately but here is a taste of the drawn out end of winter here …
The coolest part of this? I ride past this water on my way to work. And getting on the bike again was a dream.
This is misleading because it was the only day so far where the kids did not wear snowsuits out. Maybe tomorrow again, as it was over 10 degrees Celsius today. But last year it took until mid-April.
I love taking pictures of sand and bikes. I have no idea why. But early spring sand cakes give me hope for summer.
as the ice melts on the sidewalks of sweden
A rock works into my shoe
Slip slide in streams of gravel
Smile. The ice is gone.
More photography from the eyes of my five year old
More photos from my daughter, who goes on these picture-taking sprees with her beat up Fisher Price camera with the worst lens ever.
I gotta get her a real camera. These are not necessarily the best, just the clearest. But they still have a certain preschool je ne sais quois …
There has been a self-portrait phase. Notice the dress from when she was two years old, plus the one glove, a la Michael Jackson. Very funky.
In the laundry room.
We still like hearts, though less than before.
She also likes to photograph details from books and her own drawings. These are usually beyond her high-powered Fisher Price, but this flower detail came out beautifully.
the sickness comes in late winter in Sweden
The spring of five colds
Plus a burst ear drum and the flu
We watched ice melt through the window
An afternoon in March in the north
Soft ice lingers in shadow
The Arctic wind is damp
Wild-eyed kids know its time to dig
