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.