Here’s a kind of dark piece, a bit too much red for my taste. I was playing around with some of my sons books he’s been asking me to read to him over the last few days and well I started taking some photos. It started quite differently and I’m not sure how I feel about it. In all honestly I usually love about 10% of all the images I create, tough critic I guess. What I was seeing in my head isn’t exactly what I’m presenting here but that may or may not be a good thing. I do enjoy how part of the image seems to be blurry or on fire, an interesting effect. I have noticed an interesting phenomena that a lot of my work lately has been based around my son and his toys and other items that all tie right back to him. I suppose my life is really based around his life and his wants and needs. I imagine all parents can relate to that. When you sit down and look around your life is somehow engulfed by “Little People” and “Noggin” at least for the parents of toddlers. Well enough ranting, here’s a new piece to pick apart, remember comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Cris