I was snapping photos of The Kids the other day when I tried to get some respectable close-ups of Vazra as he lay on the bed.  I kept getting closer and closer to him while changing positions, and all in hopes of capturing one or two nice images with up-close depth and character in them.

I’ll be doggoned if all of them turned out looking like crap on a stale cracker.

Well, except for this one.  There’s something about the look he’s giving, something that has the pungent aroma of an aristocrat looking down his nose at a proletarian who’s gotten a wee bit too close.  You can almost hear him saying “Get away from me!”