A Brazilian friend of ours whooped up a huge batch of feijoada a few weeks ago. It was so big that we had to freeze about half of it. We decided to take it out of the freezer and gorge ourselves on Brazilian grub today. B made a farofa that couldn’t have been any better.
As soon as the meal started, I noticed the light reflecting off our neighbor’s house through the dining room window was almost perfect for photography. What else can I say other than “I love these pictures!”?
Robert was on the other side of the table, where the light was a bit harsher. I still love this shot of him.
How can a little girl with so much ice cream look this sad? I assure you it was only temporary.
See? 
It’s the color in the eyes that always intrigues me.
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