What happens when you introduce a 2 1/2 year old to a vintage Lite Brite?
Everytime I walk through this arch in the park near our home on Milwaukee’s East Side, I think of an old TV show.
I am spent. I worked practically all night on a project and got very little rest.
Reflection, meet shadow. Here is another shot of my son from the Milwaukee Art Museum this Labor Day weekend.
To get to the best picnic spot in the park, little superman decided to walk up the big hill instead of fly. Of course, he also decided to roll down.
These small containers of washable paint belong to my son. I noticed the complementary colors when I was cleaning his painting supplies and I thought, ‘I have to shoot those!’
This is our beautiful little cookie monster. As I start the countdown of the last 30 days of my 365 project, I want to revisit some themes from the past year.
“To believe in luck, you must believe that the universe is a roulette wheel and that instead of paying out to us what we have earned, it pays out only what it wishes. But it is not a spinning wheel of chance, it is a work of art, complete and framed by eternity.”
–from “Innocence” by Dean Koontz
“I wondered to what extent people remained the same as they’d been when very young; if one peeled back the layers of living one would come to know the child.”