The Corrections (and some notes on my childhood)
Shh, I'm just going to sneak this post in here. The above photo is a painting my mom did of my son. And a dog. Looks pretty good, huh? Well, this painting is inspired by a photo. See below. Yes, this neat father-son photo was turned into a painting. And I was erased. And replaced by a dog. That's my mom for you. I'm pretty sure my son doesn't even like dogs. He's afraid of them. The above picture was taken about two years ago. It was taken by the river in a town I used to live in. My mom says it was taken in a different part of town in a different park. She's wrong. But that's my mom. I've begun to accept the fact that dear old Joshua isn't so dear to his parents, and this is just one example of how not dear he is to them. Maybe I'm just getting sentimental in my old age, but I like the photo better than the painting. My son means so much to me, I don't even have words. It would have been a nice thing to see in oil or acr...