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Posts Tagged ‘little girl

Angry

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10/03/2013 at 11:32 pm

Dirty Girl

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13/02/2013 at 12:31 am

Pink baby

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Pink Baby

Lately I have found that I love photographing babies… But that said, it’s not exactly from the point of view of a baby photographer – more from the point of view as an animal photographer… I am not inclined to prop or pose them or dress them up in outfits that would have any adult committed. I rather like to photograph them when they are just busy being themselves – unadorned and unvarnished… Like this wee lass who seemed a bit confused as to how or why I had a large black object where a face was supposed to be. She wasn’t scared… but she WAS twisting here hand mimicking mine as I focussed on her. It was a nice little moment…

 

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30/01/2013 at 10:52 pm

Hell on Wheels

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With two steering wheels
she’s queen of the road.

Ten year’s time.
A little peroxide.
Miniskirt.
Pumps.
A tattoo or two.

And a whole lotta attitude!

 

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08/04/2012 at 8:19 pm

Diwali Magic

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Went to the Diwali Festival today – it’s the Indian Festival of Lights. Whilst I would have to say the lights part somehow didn’t translate all that well on its way down under, there was lots of see and taste and photograph… My favourite shot of the day is this little girl, playing in the fabric fingers of a giantess on stilts.  There were lots of children there – but she relished it like no other.

This is look at the photo right out of the camera. The light was changing, it was around sunset and it is underexposed. Click to enlarge.

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08/10/2011 at 10:56 pm

How They Do It

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Photopoetry

Spotted this little imp near the Gateway to India in Mumbai. She’d made a break from her family and ran into this flock of pigeons who seemed content to adopt her, even if she insisted on squealing with delight and toddling through their breakfast.

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19/09/2011 at 11:26 pm

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