January 26, 2012 by blue milk
A bottle of rosewater.
A morning sitting on my friend’s bed with her looking through her headscarf collection.
More of Lauca’s giftwrapping wonders, this time for her father’s birthday.
Lauca’s newest doll (thrifted) meets her older dolls for a swim.
The cat on my bed.
Our nut tree.
Cormac’s painting.
Flowers for our bees.
One of the punk rock uncle‘s tattoos.
A school of fish.
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[…] Comments « Rosewater and other things […]
Do you get honey from those beehives?
We will, yes. Towards the end of this year they’ll be ready for robbing.
really enjoying your photographs.
Thank you, that was a nice comment to receive, it can feel very self-indulgent at times posting photos.