As a resident of the “Live Free or Die” state, I’ll concede that the New Hampshire presidential primary gives us ridiculously disproportionate influence. But I love the fact that my state’s electoral power comes with a great fringe benefit: It’s easy to enshrine the next president in your family scrapbook. A sucker for political kitsch, I set out to photograph my 5-month-old daughter, Dahlia, in the arms of every candidate with a prayer of making it to the White House.My rules were simple:
1. No actual kissing. No Democrat or Republican is putting saliva on Baby Dahlia.
2. No pictures with former Alaska Sen. Mike Gravel. He’s way too creepy.