Winter Poetry {Family Photography}

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We have been doing photoshoots for many years, way before there were two little ones.  Now, no matter the weather, we mark the milestone and shoot.  This might occasionally make for challenged smiles, but it is authentic and true to the day.  The potential breakdowns and runny noses are worth it, these kids are growing up fast and we don’t want to miss a minute.

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Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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