to lucha, with love
THIS must be a day for fotos. I have a few more self-portraits up at this blog I linked you to once before.
And here is a series of myself and mijita, mi queridita lunita.
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this was before she was born. that’s papá practicing with curious george, who seems out of it.
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she’s so fierce.
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Theriomorph
02.18.08 / 6am
Oh, man, these are so great, Nez. I love that she has your exact expression in #6! Lovely and fierce and sweet, the two of you together. Made my morning.
[...] –Whenever I see girls with naturally curly hair, I feel a little something I don’t quite know how to put into words. It makes me want to just nod and smile at her, because we both know… I don’t know… something. Ha, it’s stupid. We both know what it’s like to have curly hair. Well, what can I tell you? Other folks feel a kinship with those who share their love of the same sports teams. I feel a kinship with those who have curly hair. [...]
M
02.18.08 / 10am
oh, i am loving number 10. fierce indeed! these are adorable.
annie
02.18.08 / 7pm
absolutely adorable.
jeanne
02.21.08 / 12pm
Who knitted the cute pumpkin hat in #5? Lookin’ sweet with her lil’ checked pants!
nezua
02.25.08 / 9am
dunno…who knitted that. i think we bought it off ebay? i’ll have to check.
thanks!
stacey
03.22.08 / 9pm
fierce is the perfect word. and even tho the curls are one of the most adorable things i have ever seen, they don’t take away from that passion in her tiny features.
nezua
03.23.08 / 4pm
thanks stacey! good to see you!
kyledeb
03.25.08 / 12pm
Dude she totally has your eyes, Nez. Thanks for the pics. Did you get any release forms from little Nita for these? lol
nezua
04.09.08 / 8am
jeje….funny. right? damn. you start sweating those release forms in your sleep after a while.
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i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
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