Mr. Serious {Fine Art Photography, Effingham, Illinois}

We paid big money to get our 'tickle trunk' here from Cayman.  I'm quite certain it wasn't a financially sound decision but we're sentimental about our costumes I guess.  We had to majorly thin out the costumes for shipping, plus, some had just gotten flat out gross from use, but we still have tons of little surprises in it. We got the trunk out for Halloween, so Tharin has been going through it daily.  Early yesterday morning he found the mustaches and then things got serious.  I swear, as soon as I stuck that thing on his sweet little upper lip, the whole atmosphere in the room changed. It got cold and I swear the light in the room dimmed.  His sweet smiles were replaced by stone cold stares. Luckily he didn't have his cap gun nearby, or I may not be here right now.  Does he not look as serious as a heart attack? A couple more looks he was sporting were.......knife through the head while playing outside, vampire teeth, clown hair and squirting bow tie, afro boy and samurai.  

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Tytia Habing

I am a self taught, natural light photographer, with sixteen years of shooting experience under my belt. Back in the day, I learned to shoot with film, developed it and printed my own photos in my darkroom. I've since moved to digital, but film holds a very dear spot in my heart that I just can't seem to shake. I was supposed to be a horticulturalist and landscape architect...at least that's what my degree's tell me. I followed that path for some time, along with a few other paths, but photography won my heart. Plants and beautiful mother nature is, and will always be, a great inspiration to me. If at all possible, I prefer to shoot outdoors and somehow incorporate nature into the scene. I'm originally from the Watson, Illinois area, but the majority of my adult life I spent living in the Cayman Islands and only moved home to Illinois with my husband and son a few short years ago. I grew up on a small working farm, with acres and acres of natural areas at my disposal. It gave me a great appreciation for the world around me. I roamed wherever I pleased, built forts in the woods, picked wildflowers in the pasture and caught craw-daddies in the crick. My son is taking over the jobs of fort building and craw-daddy hunting, but I'll never give up the picking of wildflowers.