Saturday Morning: A photo essay by Daisy Macdonald

We gave Daisy access to the digital camera on the weekend. She loved it. She was pointing and shooting at everything she could. Her chubby little finger pressing down on the button while her little hands held on so tight to the camera that her fingers crossed the lens almost every time. She squealed with delight each time the camera made the noise that the shot was taken, and was very pleased to see her results on display. Here are some of the best.

A portrait of my old friend Humpty.

Mum washing up.

The Fridge.

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