I had a very specific image in mind for this 52 weeks of photos assignment. I took a picture the last time that it snowed here on Inis Mor. My children went outside and scraped up enough snow to make a snowman of about 15 inches high. I must have lost that picture when my computer crashed last year. After finding nothing over the weekend that inspired me enough, I pulled this from my archives. It works even better with my Haiku than the one I originally intended and is a testament to how my parenting has changed over time. This is my first born and the pic is taken just before we moved here from Maine. She is bundled to double her size, for fear she might get even a hint of a chill. Nowadays, I let them dress themselves, only making subtle suggestions if I feel they are underdressed. I’ve come to know they are quite smart at realizing, expressing, and taking action if they become uncomfortable. Besides, they’ll never trust their own judgement if I make all their decisions for them.
Snow shaped innocence- You will never know the cold Dressed in so much love