Ready for the winter!

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Well, I got out the paints and created a backdrop that I am extremely excited about! I love the drama I can create with lighting.

Here I've used a three light setup. Sometimes I use four.

I love the mood of the tinted image and the vibrance of the color.

I also love that I have the flexibility to shoot indoor or outdoor.

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