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"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2016."

Roan: at Saint Leo Abbey in the blistering midday sun, reaching up on his tippy-toes to splash in the fountain.  Look at the head of curly down!

Happy birthday, Grandmama. (As usual, these photos were not taken on the day but a week or so before.)

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"A portrait of my younger child, once a week, every week, in 2016."

Roan:  on his uncle's old rocking horse in the early morning.  He's watching the baby channel, or he'd look more lively!

Unplugged

Childhood, unplugged.

Roan and his cousins play in the blistering heat, taking relief in the shade and the watering hose.  Roan lumbers around behind the cousin of his choice; he's the middle in age and they're like stairs, one, two, three, but Roan is the biggest, solid, central-weighted.  His auntie borrows him for her exercises.  They transfer toys by stealing them, one from the other, like a baby assembly line.

There will never be a time when they didn't know each other.  They'll think back as far as they can in their memory and say, "There was always Ned.  There was always Auggie.  There was always Roan."

<3

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"A portrait of my younger child, once a week, every week, in 2016."

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"A portrait of my younger child, once a week, every week, in 2016."

Roan:  at 18 months, a second before dropping the flag.  Photo taken after Independence Day.  c;

A photo of Roan from about a year ago.