a portrait of river, once a week, every week, in 2013.
once he sees me monkeying with the camera i have exactly 0.573 seconds before he's by my side poking and prodding at the vass array of buttons. thus - a blurry portrait this week.
i set up the circus tent in the dining room in hopes of distracting him from the four molars that have been making their entrance into his poor mouth. it's been a rough week, not to mention cold and snowy - we are in the midst of severe cabin fever. but i am happy to say that two slivers of white have appeared on each side of his upper gums. two down, two to go.
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