Augean Stabletalk

Window - Fazakerley Hospital

2012-01-20T22:06:00.001Z

The Elective Surgery Daycare Unit at Fazakerley features this window. Pretty damn good.

Plastic Flowers

2011-11-07T22:13:00.003Z

It turns out that plastic flowers look good if you photograph them with Hipstamatic.

Holly and Jacob

2011-10-22T11:09:00.000+01:00

Bless them.

What I think about running a marathon.

2011-10-21T20:27:00.005+01:00

Contrary to my own expectations I recently completed the Liverpool Marathon. I say against expectation because up until I turned 40 I avoided vigorous physical exercise like the plague. I did some physical work but apart from that I kept strictly to a regime of smoking, drinking and talking rubbish which did not particularly lend itself to cardio-vascular health or physical fitness. Then, toward the end of my thirties, a few things happened to change that. The first was a set of circumstances not at all uncommon - a growing sense of my own mortality coupled with an awareness that certain minor health issues were unlikely to improve unless I made some lifestyle changes. These thoughts and feelings coincided with getting married and the birth of my daughter Eva and maybe a long overdue bit of growing up. Another factor was a really good medical intervention which sorted out some stomach problems and made vigorous physical exercise suddenly possible. I began swimming a few times a week, and before long I found myself able and desiring to run.

And I did so, although slowly and painfully for quite a while. For the first six months I hated every minute of it, but because it made me feel really good for days afterwards, I kept taking the foul medicine. I remember vividly the very moment I started to actually enjoy it. I was running in some woods, struggling as usual, I had been out about half an hour and a track by The Fall came on the iPod at the same time as a slight downward gradient, and it was as if I could fly. This was the thing people talked about who claimed to enjoy running, and it was fantastic, liberating and exhilarating. It was also repeatable, cheap and actually good for you. I now had a hedonistic reason for running as well as a rational one, and as a result I began to run a lot more and enjoy it a lot more.

I ran a couple of half-marathons over the next few years, but always said I would never run a full marathon. For me it was important to enjoy running and I didn't think it would be possible to enjoy that distance. Also I understand that knees have a finite number of miles in them - less if you run on tarmac - and I didn't want to use them all up. I run a lot in parks and woods and stay off hard surfaces to preserve my knees.

But like some kind of much flatter Mount Everest, the marathon was always there. My father ran two marathons in his forties and we had talked a lot about the experience. But he was always a lot fitter and stronger than I would ever be. I had in my mind that having completed two half-marathons in my forties I had proved that I was at least half the man my father was and was quite pleased with that. I neither needed nor wanted to run 26 miles with the inevitable suffering that would entail. So when I got an email about the first Liverpool marathon to be run since the Eighties, I immediately went to the website and signed up for it.

Motivation is an odd thing which I have struggled with over the years and it remains a puzzle. But I have one or two clues as to why I did this. For a start I would definitely not have done it in any other city. I run in Everton Park, where the whole of Liverpool is laid out before you from the cathedrals to the sea. Over time the view began to focus some ideas and feelings about the city and myself in relation to it. It became less abstract, more of a physical thing and the idea grew that I could measure myself against it, that I could run around it. Somehow this process would be more complete if I ran the marathon, I felt, for some reason. Also I liked the idea of a long training period with a clear goal at the end, perhaps because I liked the idea of knowing something would hurt and doing it anyway, of disregarding the voice which says 'stop now, it's getting a bit difficult', of taking one side in the internal war between opposing parts of the self and winning a clear victory. Defiance of death of course is always a factor, and it is no coincidence that I ran a marathon in the last few months of my forties.

I didn’t approach this in a massively scientific way, maybe that’s one of the problems. The only book I have ever read about running is Marukami’s “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running” which is brilliant but doesn’t exactly suggest a programme. I just asked my Dad about stuff. I trained on my own. I occasionally thought about finding a group of people to work with but everybody was too young and fast and probably too jolly. I had no set times to run except as early as possible in the day, and always on a Sunday morning, the same day as the race. The only real plan that emerged was to run as much as possible while still preserving my knees. For a long time I thought I would definitely pick up an injury, that something would wear out, that I wouldn't have to go through with it. I was both pleased and secretly disappointed that this never happened. As I got fitter and could run longer distances I had to do more low-impact work in the gym and cycling, to save my knees. As it became apparent that I was actually going to run the thing, a growing fear kept me going. I was really scared of being badly prepared and towards the end was having those classic anxiety dreams where you turn up for exams with no trousers on. For the last month I couldn't really think about anything else but the marathon. And I did put the miles in, I did 4 runs which were half marathon distance or over, the longest one 18 miles, and didn’t have any problems except that I had to give my knees a lot of time to recover. I did some sort of training pretty much every day for the last couple of months and got fitter than I have ever been as a result. Obviously I could have been fitter but I got as fit as I could manage to get.

I chose a charity to support once I began to believe I would actually do it, and that strengthened my resolve a bit. Barefeet is an amazing project in Lusaka, Zambia using theatre to connect with street kids. It is a fantastic bonus to raise a few quid for something so worthwhile but it is a bonus, my motivations for running are primarily selfish and it would be dishonest to pretend otherwise.

Anyway, the day dawned and I found myself standing in Birkenhead Park amongst 5,200 people, tense, cold and anxious while for 45 minutes beyond the scheduled start time the police failed to give the race clearance to run on the roads. Although I have no way of knowing for sure, I think the delayed start was a factor in my having such a bloody awful day. I really stiffened up and after 14 miles my thigh muscles hurt much more than they had after 18 miles in training. Tension was probably another factor, and it was a cold, windy run back from New Brighton, but one way or another I just didn’t have the legs on the day.

There were good things as well - running along the seafront from New Brighton with the city of Liverpool coming into view as the river turns, the sheer weirdness of running in the tunnel, coming up the hill from below the river and hearing Batala Samba band gradually getting louder as they played at the mouth of the tunnel, and seeing my daughters and my granddaughter and various friends on route. Every time there was an uphill grade I felt a bit better. (That is what happens if you train in Everton Park, you come to love hills.)

But by the time I actually got to Liverpool, the city it was supposed to be all about, which had inspired me to run and I had these grandiose ideas about measuring myself against, I was in quite a bad way and wanted to go home. I was still running; that was my race plan, just that, keep running. People around me started walking for sections only a few miles into the race, but those people were younger and would run faster and finish sooner than me. For me, walking would equal defeat, but as my legs got stiffer and more painful I was starting to think defeat was inevitable. The section along the strand was long, straight, cold, windy and very public and I was hating it by then. Upper Parliament Street was uphill and gave me some respite (I know, it is bizarre) but by the time I reached the Avenue, I was not so much having doubts as deciding exactly where would be the best place to abandon. It was unexpected actually. None of the things I thought would be a problem were happening - my knees and ankles were fine, my feet didn't hurt, it was just muscular fatigue, earlier and much greater than I had experienced it before. I thought I might stop running if I got as far as my daughter Elise's flat, that would be quite handy. I considered phoning to see if she was in. Then at the far end of the Avenue, around mile 17 I think, I came across my younger daughter Eva playing with her mates in a samba band from Anfield, along with my friend Tommy Calderbank, and that lifted me more than I thought possible and the painful shamble became a bit more of a run and I thought well, give it another mile, and then suddenly I was in the park.

I pulled the park round me like a blanket, I sent my mind up into the trees and disconnected it from my body and that enabled me to tolerate what I was doing to my legs for a bit longer. Another couple of miles went by. Very slowly and painfully. It started to rain. I was really miserable. Not even pop music could save me now. Another couple of miles went by very slowly. This was my life now, this is what I did, this awkward stumbling sore leg thing. I accepted my fate. I passed my friend Annette at the end of Lark Lane and she told me later I looked OK which I find hard to believe, I felt far from OK, but I was starting to think it might be possible to get to the end. It also occurred to me that rather than outright abandoning in tears at the side of the road, the worst thing that could happen was that I might have to walk for a bit, like practically everybody around me had been doing for ages. But since that represented defeat I wasn't quite ready to do that yet.

A girl running beside me gave me some jelly beans. Every time someone offered me some water or energy gel I took it, it helped and it broke the monotony, although I didn't drink a lot of liquid, it was too sloshy. In Princess Park, just after a water station, I got cramp simultaneously in both calves. I had to stop and stretch, and then I found myself walking for a bit. "Defeated" I said to myself, out loud. I felt a paradoxical sense of triumph. Try again. Fail Again. Fail better. That has long been my motto. Disappointingly, walking hurt just as much as running, so after a hundred yards or so, after a short conversation with a guy about the same age as me during which we shared our woe, I started running again and suddenly I was back on the Avenue, 2 miles from the end, and there was no point in doing anything else but finishing the bloody thing.

Apart from another, briefer bout of cramp I ran the rest of the way. During this section I pretty much left my body although I could still vividly feel everything that was happening to it. And I thought a lot about stuff, about what it was we were all doing here, the strange public sacrifice of it, how important it was to everyone, and how seriously we were all taking it. I thought about how people run for profound personal reasons, for their dead parents and friends, for cancer, for big things. I thought about the poverty and disease and stress of the street kids in Lusaka, and the genuine good will of the people trying to help them. And all the stuff that people care about enough to suffer, publicly and spectacularly in this weird ritual. And I thought about the whole notion of trying to do something to be proud of in a rich country in a messed up world. In an unexpected turn of thought at one point I took ownership of the pain, which by this time had caught up with my thigh muscles and spread through the rest of my body. I thought, "it's taken 6 months training and 25 miles running to feel this shit, it belongs to me, I have earned it." Still not sure what I meant by that. The last stretch down the Strand, although much more painful physically than the earlier stretch going out on the same road, was a lot less emotionally damaging, and I really appreciated the encouragement from the crowd which I had previously found just annoying for some reason.

And then suddenly it was over, and I found something in my legs, not a sprint exactly but something to finish with at least, and people were giving me stuff, a medal, a T-shirt, a milk-shake, a shiny blanket, and actually I didn't feel that bad.

A short while later I found myself on a street in the centre of town waiting for Ellen, my wife, to pick me up, and I realised that it was a street that I must have run down at some point a couple of hours earlier but I had absolutely no memory of doing so. Bits of the day were already fading like a dream.

Obviously it took a while to get over, and nearly two weeks later I can feel some damage to my left knee that probably won't get totally better, along with a slight confusion over the lack of a long term physical goal, having got used to having one to focus on for so long, but I do feel proud of myself for finishing the thing, and proud of everyone else too. We tend to attribute nobility to ourselves a little too easily in a society where the poorest amongst us are still in the top 20% of the richest people in the world. We can afford to expend energy in non-essential ways. We can afford our temporary martyrdom, but we mean well a lot of the time.

And I also felt the need to write this down and put it to bed. I won't be running that distance again, but I don't think I am done with painful physical challenges, they are a lot of fun and I think there are definitely ways in which the suffering makes some kind of sense.

Next.

St Margarets Summer Fete

2011-08-11T17:37:00.001+01:00

Window in Sacred Heart

2011-06-22T23:31:00.004+01:00

Father Fitz asked me to photograph the window in Sacred Heart for someone who is doing some research. It took a while, and afterwards he apologized that I'd had to "put up with all that catholicism." You can see what he means though. And that mad object in front of the window is by Pugin no less.

Pageant in Everton Park

2011-06-19T15:53:00.003+01:00

Such a lovely day. More here.

Gey Pin Ang

2011-06-03T20:11:00.003+01:00

I watched and photographed part of a physical theatre workshop led by this woman. She was beyond amazing.

First Communion Parties

2011-05-30T09:34:00.003+01:00

These are from two different First Communion dos. On both occasions rain forced people to cram into small spaces.

Families - an exhibition of portraits

2011-05-09T21:08:00.003+01:00

I haven't shown any work in an exhibition for about 10 years and it makes me very nervous for some reason, but I do really love this work I have been doing in Everton. Maybe it is because the point of the pictures is not that they are in an exhibition, or that I took them, but that they are family group shots so the real point of them is to the particular family. But also there will be some tea and cake, so please come down to the WECC, that is West Everton Community Council, on Bute Street, 6.00pm Wednesday 18th May. The studio will be open and you can get your picture taken. Bring the family.

Primark

2011-05-01T12:11:00.002+01:00

Blood & Soil

2011-04-23T16:44:00.002+01:00

This was a performance in the WECC about issues of national identity, belonging, and imm/emigration. I loved the way Lena occupied the space in the room which was set up for us all to take the citizenship test.

Three dogs

2011-04-03T10:18:00.002+01:00

This is my dog Jacob and his friends that he goes round the park with every morning. Bella is the chocolate lab, and Shadow is the German Shepherd

Into the future

2011-04-03T10:16:00.002+01:00

Took some pictures at an Massive Change Network event where 6 cities were connected on the interweb, it was very 21stC.

Weird sky with gulls.

2010-12-13T20:33:00.002Z

Aaargh!

2010-12-13T20:31:00.001Z

Long night

2010-11-20T20:22:00.011Z

I had an odd evening, I was working the first bit taking pictures of the Lantern Company stuff, which was lovely, then I wandered about for a bit and got swept up in a thing some musicians were doing, ending up at the Tate.

Taking the Dog for a Walk

2010-10-14T13:21:00.001+01:00

In the glorious autumn sunshine.

Into the West

2010-09-29T22:18:00.004+01:00

Spent ten days travelling in the West of Ireland. Impossible to express in words the magic and charm of it but these pictures tell some of the story.

A Brook of Dreams

2010-09-15T19:39:00.003+01:00

Had such a great time working on this project in Tuebrook, with some fantastic people. More pictures here and here.

Tommy

2010-08-23T16:02:00.002+01:00

I love Tommy Calderbank. He's boss.

Church Hall

2010-08-19T00:02:00.003+01:00

I am working with some amazing people in Tuebrook on a site specific piece. We work in a church hall, which is really beautiful.

Pride

2010-08-18T23:58:00.006+01:00

Liverpool Gay Pride was a lovely occasion, from what I saw of it. Just caught the end of the parade but the atmosphere was great. A few more here. Note a very uncomfortable Joseph, my eldest. He has long been a disappointment to his stepmother because of his heterosexuality

Paul and Jane 's wedding

2010-07-18T22:36:00.001+01:00

This was a lovely , lovely day, and photos will follow, but I made this little animated gif of their walk down the aisle - its a bit jerky, but just look at the dander on Paul.

Africa Oye

2010-06-20T20:34:00.004+01:00

Father's Day present

2010-06-20T20:34:00.002+01:00

St Georges Hall

2010-06-18T11:43:00.000+01:00

Camping Activities

2010-06-18T11:41:00.003+01:00

Very Tall Man on Bold St.

2010-06-18T11:39:00.001+01:00

Vertigo

2010-05-29T23:19:00.005+01:00

Just before the first picture in this sequence was taken Peter said "He's just put the Stone Roses on - what a majestic move".

Stuff behind a fence.

2010-05-19T19:41:00.001+01:00

That London

2010-05-19T14:41:00.006+01:00

Manchester

2010-04-18T20:08:00.007+01:00

Went over to Manchester for a class with amazing artist and photographer Stanley Wong aka anothermountainman. Inspirational guy. Took these on the journey.

Everton Park

2010-04-18T20:06:00.004+01:00

Been doing a lot round the park.

Yorkshire Sculpture Park

2010-04-18T20:00:00.007+01:00

Eva and I had a lovely wander round with Aidy and Molly. Played hide and seek, looked at the sky through a hole, the dogs had a great time.

More Doors

2010-03-08T00:30:00.003Z

I haven't done this for a while - it's a compilation of some of my favourite Automatic Doors old and new for you door fans out there.

Sledging on Everton Brow

2010-01-09T12:22:00.007Z

Loads of things are improvised for sledges, including bits of builders plastic and ripped-off wheely bin tops.

Happy Dog

2010-01-09T12:20:00.003Z

Christmas Fayre

2009-11-29T19:20:00.001Z

Just Another Shit Day

2009-11-27T20:39:00.002Z

Stormy Light - Somewhere Near Lunt

2009-11-17T22:34:00.001Z

Stormy Light - Mersey

2009-11-17T22:33:00.001Z

Car

2009-11-11T19:51:00.002Z

Crap Metal

2009-11-07T11:10:00.002Z

An infinite number of cafes

2009-11-04T22:52:00.003Z

Shoes with green lining.

2009-10-19T19:49:00.002+01:00

On a recent trip to Ireland I came across these shoes, neatly set out at the edge of a car park in Derry.

Ballyshannon

2009-10-14T13:08:00.011+01:00

I was lucky enough to visit Ballyshannon the other week, to take some pictures of the carnival which my friends Mark and Mandy did. In idle moments I took these.

Sunday Walk

2009-09-26T10:35:00.017+01:00

On the Lane

2009-09-05T12:42:00.005+01:00

Visited Successful Lark Lane businessman Little Phil, who has opened another shop, just opposite his old shop which sells shite. This shop is a little more upmarket. We wished him well on his new voyage on the seas of commerce, but worried a little about his apparent obsession with scary knitted things.

On the Waterfront

2009-08-17T00:36:00.002+01:00

Odd evening taking pictures for the lantern co. who where involved in this event. I liked the led cyclists best, and Wendy doing the aerial stuff was amazing.

Lime Street Station

2009-07-29T12:59:00.001+01:00

Eva + Maddy

2009-07-29T12:58:00.001+01:00

Some nice doors

2009-07-21T23:42:00.000+01:00

The Joy of Bus Stops

2009-07-16T13:28:00.003+01:00

They are yellow and they are beautiful.

Lily

2009-06-15T13:43:00.003+01:00

Skye

2009-06-15T13:36:00.002+01:00

Eva's got it going on.

2009-06-15T13:28:00.003+01:00

My daughter. Beautiful and funny. And not yet 10.

Dogs in the park

2009-05-17T10:33:00.000+01:00

Kind of an Elliot Erwitt moment.

Imagine

2009-05-17T10:26:00.004+01:00

They played 'Imagine' on the cathedral bells on Saturday. Odd feeling listening to it and trying to figure out what it meant. I have long thought it one of his worst songs, but it clearly means a lot to many people. It was a nice moment, like a little, forlorn cry for sanity in a mad world.

Ineluctable modality of the perpendicular.

2009-04-27T14:13:00.002+01:00

Alan's Leaving Do

2009-04-25T21:38:00.004+01:00

More hilarity here and here. Although some of the images are in questionable taste.

FACT

2009-04-09T12:28:00.002+01:00

Museum

2009-04-09T12:26:00.002+01:00

St Johns Market

2009-03-28T10:47:00.003Z

I was in here the other day and felt a strange sadness, knowing it is going, in spite of the fact that it is and has always been a shit place. I shall miss 'Coffees of the World' anyway.

L1

2009-03-20T20:18:00.002Z

Margie

2009-03-19T11:08:00.002Z

Organising the karaoke at Margie's 70th birthday party.

Mousetraps

2009-03-14T10:46:00.001Z

These are in the window of the hardware shop on Lark Lane.

Real fans in town

2009-03-10T18:48:00.002Z

Loads of them. There was a great atmosphere in the city. I suspect these two may be directly descended from the Don and his faithful servant.

New lens

2009-03-09T21:48:00.002Z

You can do stuff like this with it.

Reading

2009-03-07T23:26:00.002Z

Da Boyz again

2009-03-02T14:43:00.002Z

Just finished working on this play, and thoroughly enjoyed it although it was a grind at times. I am a bit too old for that theatre lark. But the show was an excellent polemic on the effects of violence on families and the community. More pictures here. A lot of rehearsal shots - I was too busy during the shows.

End of an era

2009-03-01T23:49:00.002Z

This was on the cards since well before the credit crunch but it is still strangely sad to see Jeff gone - he might have been a grumpy sod but he did some lovely prints.

Da Boyz

2009-02-23T00:51:00.001Z

I am doing some tech work on a community play called Da Boyz which is good but has eaten the entire month. Probably put up more of this in a bit.

A View from the Brow

2009-02-10T22:42:00.004Z

This is a project Christian Petersen and I have been working on since October, and we have been able to display photographs (taken by the young people from the Shewsy youth club) on some hoardings near Hope on Netherfield Road, thanks to the support of Hope and the builders Allenbuild. You should check these pictures out. Some pictures of people enjoying the pictures can be found here.

Mr. Chris Lovell- His Fortieth Birthday

2009-02-09T21:34:00.004Z

I was only there for a little while, I pooped out. More here. Lovely people.

View of the City

2009-02-06T19:56:00.001Z

From Netherfield Road.

Breck Rd

2009-01-28T16:23:00.002Z

Things are falling apart.

Christian's Exhibition

2009-01-28T16:12:00.003Z

Christian Petersen is a great photographer who is doing loads of work in Everton, has been for a while. His exhibition in the Kind shop on Bold Street is amazing. This is him, not enjoying getting his picture taken for the paper. Exhibition details here.

Christian and I are doing some work in a youth club called the Shewsy, and are going to show some work by the young people of the club at an exhibition on the street outside the Hope Everton campus, on some hoardings round the site of their new building. This is the space for the exhibition.

Three Doors

2009-01-11T17:19:00.002Z

Big Moon

2008-12-14T12:19:00.003Z

For reasons too boring to go into here the moon got really big recently. Here it is at the bottom of Breck Road.

Close encounter

2008-12-01T08:15:00.003Z

These were shot from my back yard.

Winter weekend in North Wales

2008-11-25T16:51:00.004Z

Eva running down a corridor

2008-11-25T16:44:00.002Z

Angels

2008-11-04T19:02:00.002Z

These watch over St Luke's.

Liverpool Lantern Carnival 2008

2008-11-04T00:07:00.005Z

Even more amazing than usual this year. See more here (highlights) and here.

The Quiet Little Englishman

2008-10-24T23:14:00.005+01:00

This show by Paula Simms's company Zho is blinding. Last night tomorrow, at the Park Palace on Mill St, a derelict music hall. Worth it for the building alone but the show is great. Production shots here and here.

Jazzy Pants

2008-10-06T16:31:00.021+01:00

There are fewer and fewer places left in the world where the wearer of the jazzy pant can be observed in their natural habitat, but one of those places is the amazing Christian arts festival Greenbelt. The very essence of uncool, favoured only by Christians and jugglers, the traditional jazzy look (epitomised by a quilt of wildly clashing fierce non-primary coloured fabrics, each square of which is also a ghastly pattern of some kind, loosely formed into a vague baggy pant shape with an elasticated waist) has given birth to many variations, pushing ever further into the wilderness, beyond the reach of fashion as we know it. Here are some examples from Greenbelt 08.

The original jazzy pants.

Another good example.

Good bagginess here.

A good example of the relatively rare ‘made out of curtains’ sub-genre.
Note the jazzy bag.

Duotone variation. Good work with the length here.

A modern variation, these jazzy shorts with a violent fabric print
are not for the faint-hearted.

More jazzy shorts, quieter this time, and retaining the traditional quilted idea.

Classic.

The ‘Been at your Ma’s sewing basket’ look.

A restrained classic pant.

The full contemporary package, jazzy tights with jazzy wellies.

Fantastic work with stripes going everywhere. Top to toe jazzy!

Liverpool all dressed up.

2008-10-04T16:58:00.002+01:00

Maybe it was because the QE2 was in town, a mere few hundred yards away. Maybe it was because the newest bit of the newest bit of town was opened only the day before, and the sun shone, and we felt like we were in the sky, but Liverpool looked at her best today. Don't get me wrong, as a development L1 is repugnant in many ways, and contains almost nowhere you would want to shop and nothing you would like to eat. It is a temple to money grubbing bastardism and there is nowhere to put your bike, but it still looks pretty flash. It also has some of the best doors I have seen. Check out the rest of these pictures here.

Automatic Door to God

2008-10-04T16:52:00.004+01:00

As you probably know automatic doors symbolise various things, among them birth and death of course. But this door isn't symbolic, this is the actual door to heaven. Hear the angels sing!

Crowds

2008-09-29T23:05:00.004+01:00

Hope Street Festival

2008-09-29T20:24:00.008+01:00

Some of our lot at Hope St. Including a couple of Twiddlies, Tommy Calderbanks mob, Elise and you can just see Pauline talking to Ellen in the first picture. The Bile cannon was the best thing.

This is my favourite door at the moment

2008-09-27T08:10:00.002+01:00

Its the one in FACT.Fab isn't it?

One more time

2008-09-27T00:50:00.002+01:00

The Students are Back

2008-09-27T00:48:00.001+01:00

Bless.

It's Biennial time again

2008-09-27T00:41:00.004+01:00

As usual a mixture of the crap (Yoko's Ladders for example, presented here by Liz Carlisle)

and the amazing - like this big weird thing hanging in FACT

Here you go, automatic door fans!

2008-09-14T22:34:00.005+01:00

These cross hatchings etched on the glass are quite a nice thing.

What is it with women and shoes?

2008-08-19T00:55:00.004+01:00

Lillie is two weeks and three days old. Obviously she can't walk yet but already she has many shoes, including a pair of converse trainers.

Andreas Birthday

2008-08-07T10:30:00.005+01:00

There are more pictures here.

Lillie

2008-08-04T23:42:00.002+01:00

Here she is. More of her here.

Eva having breakfast

2008-07-30T00:38:00.001+01:00