Grace

This is my brother Curt.  When we were kids we fancied ourselves ninjas. We ran around with black t-shirts pulled over our heads and spied on unsuspecting family members.  Once I jumped off the lazy-boy and karate kicked him right in the stomach.  It knocked the wind out of him pretty good, but he was gracious about it. He's also pretty gracious about being in photos. I shot the above photo on Easter in my parent's backyard while he was having a smoke.
This is the first photo I can ever remember taking.  I took it of Curt on the night of his 8th birthday party.  I remember telling him to pretend he was drowning in the wrapping paper.  I think he did a pretty good job.