I go to the Cambridge Farmers’ Market to be photographed with my daughters Seven and Nine (and their mother). The photographer has come all the way from Tauranga over the rugged Kaimais, which speaks volumes about her commitment.
She snaps away at me, Seven and Nine (and their mother) with Peter the cheese maker, Gillian the lime lady, Carrie the steak lady and Jonathan the chorizo king.
She is very nice but I don’t quite grasp why she is photographing me for Little Treasures. Something about “rural dads who look a lot like George Clooney”, I assume.