This is the first boy I ever loved-my brother. Since the snowy January day my parents brought him home from the hospital, he was mine. I was 4, and old enough to sit on the sofa with a bunch of pillows and hold him. A little mother I was.
We visited him last week so that he could take some "casual" senior pictures of my son. My brother is (among other things), a professional photographer. We went to lots of different locations, with lots of clothes, and he got some really fun shots...
I LOVE this one of him...he wasn't ready, he was cracking his knuckles, but it is SO him! Kind of James Dean with the undershirt and the rusty metal siding...
I love this boy of mine...
these are just some proofs...
barefoot in a cornfield...
the photographer in action...he looks so tall...brother is 6'4", but son is 6'1"..guess it is the perspective...I love these two boys...Thanks again B!
