At the end of each shoot it seems I always have so many balloons to dispose of. Want to watch? In this case we had these big boas that had been our backdrops all day. Maybe they even knew that in the end something might happen to them.

It did. That something was me. I admit I wasn’t nice to them but I also admit just being turned loose in them was fun.

The odd part was...in the end...for some reason I just spared two and took them off set with me. They were big and pretty and I just had to save them. Wanna see if you can pick out the balloons I saved.