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Grace: Playing guessing games with me in the car to pass the time while we wait for Ian's soccer game to finish
Tom: We got up early on a cold wintery morning to watch the sunrise over Jervis Bay

This weeks images of Gracie and Tom are taken only 14 hours apart.. It started to rain as we were watching Ian play soccer so we took refuge in the car - I loved the way the raindrops glistened on the windscreen and their little shadows fell on her face. The next morning, the rain had gone, Tom asked if we could get up early and head to the beach to watch the sun rise over the bay. It was hard pulling myself out of a nice warm bed, but definitely worth it when those golden rays welcomed us into another day.

Joining in with Jodi and Poet with the 52 Project x

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A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2014.

Tom: We planted an Australian White Cedar in the back corner of our yard. Tom found a little berry it produced and naturally I took a picture of it in his hands.. we then googled together if they were poisonous and low and behold... humans and dogs should not consume!

Grace: Waiting, waiting, waiting. 

This week has been just plain crazy. My house is a whirlwind of destruction. The end of term can't come soon enough. We are all tired and cranky. On the plus side this weather has been providing in relation to my hunters and gatherers.. beautiful fish, mud crabs and eastern rock lobsters have been making a regular appearance on the menu. Spoilt.

Playing along with Jodi.

a sunday afternoon together

Ian left early in the morning to drive down the coast for a surf. He rang me about 40 mins after he left: the waves were small and not what he had hoped. He was coming back home, and I had to get ready to go out for breakfast.

Driving home from breakfast, I asked Ian if we could drive out to the National Park. We grabbed the rods, a few packets of sweets and a whole load of prawns. We drove down the dirt roads to our spot, bristle birds hopping along side us. Once we climbed down the sandstone cliff face, it was as if we were the only people in the world. We hung out together catching fish (and let me tell you, my silver drummer was definetly the catch of the day), laughing and eating our lolly stash.

The ocean pulse was moving north along with the whales that are currently migrating. Their breaths could be seen above the surface, a gentle mist that soon dissipated into the air. Pods of dolphins swam by us, splashing and playing, keeping their young close. We took only what we needed, beautiful black drummer which would feed our bellies that night. I breathed the salt air deep into my lungs and looked at Ian. This is were we belong. This is living.