I was always enthralled when I was little when the photographer would loudly tell me to watch the birdie. I would watch it, but then he would do something to scare me and I would cry. I wanted the birdie to fly, sing, or do something, but I didn’t want that strange person flashing bright lights in my eyes and yelling. I did a few of my children’s portraits when they were smaller and almost all of their high school pictures when they got older. Every fall, we would go to an area with golden aspen after they had turned and do all of their pictures at once. I did it again at Easter and Christmas. :o)
Created in ArtRage on my iPad and post work in Photoshop based on a photo I took of recycled art as birds.
deviant Art: bpclarke
VAVOOM! Dec 2012
Friends of RedBubble Dec 2012