American in Spain

This morning Nora was looking particularly cute, and I was itching to put the flash back on my camera and take some photos. The result was a little impromptu portraiture session starring a little blond-haired blue-eyed lass sitting lazily on the sofa.


If her eyes were any bigger, she’d be a Japanese cartoon character.

Reading a book.

A half-smile.

Wispy hair. Like her dad’s.

Standing tall. She can hold a standing (well, leaning) position for almost a minute before her knees buckle.

“Enough photos already! Let’s go for a walk!”

So we did.

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