Che and Fidel

I don't think I've ever been on the cusp of a new year and had so much happening around me. Some of it has been in the pipeline for months now, a lot of it was only confirmed a few days ago. It's exciting, daunting and challenging and I'm embracing it...

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Che: warming himself in the sun, giggling uncontrollably as I tickle his belly (with my toes).
Poet: a special ice-cream treat at Mama and Popa's house

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Che: tired, exhausted and hot but still, the fairy lights intrigue.
Poet: standing in my childhood bedroom, admiring herself in the mirror.

To be honest, I didn't have time to go through all my 2013 photos and pick a few "outtake" portraits. But curiosity got the better of me so I strolled through the year and subsequently saw these photos in a new light - a very nostalgic one.
I have no idea why these shots didn't make it into 52; obviously other portraits were more meaningful to me at the time. Sometimes I get caught up in the beauty of the shot, at other times I choose a portrait because of the moment I captured or the emotion...