When I was looking noose from the closet a gun fell to my feet. And not just any gun but antique replica with wooden handle that hurts quite a bit. Does not sound like a morning of a photographer but that’s how that monday morning started. I had this idea when sitting on my favourite bench at nearby pond. Not sure where it came from. Probably a mixture of pictures that I have seen somewhere and my own twisted imagination. Lighting was simple. Just a beauty dish over head.