Kind of a challenging week this week past was: trying to wrap up the tedious production details on the physical portfolios Tidepool needs for going on the road, doing a shoot at a muddy power plant and then dealing with a babysitter who resigned after one day spent with my two boys. The email she sent to us was a keeper and will be memorable, but is disturbing when taken out of context:
At one point Eli went to the kitchen and got a fork and came after me with it and said he was going to kill me. Now I know you said that them talking about killing is something new, but I do not like it.
All of that aside, the week was made better by the arrival of this big and beautiful print, above, as a result of a complex series of trades, from nyc photographer Sarah Small.