sweet as cotton candy

The sad part about babies I photograph from belly or infant turning a year old is that unless I make up an excuse to visit, I often don't get to see them until their second birthday. This was the case with Miss Rowan, who reminds me of one of those vintage babies you'd have seen sitting in a pram drowning in miles of victorian lace and teething on a sterling rattle. She's positively gorgeous. Thanks for letting me come to the park with you, Rowan. Next time we'll leave a few extra minutes so you and Serejane can plant a proper flower garden.