For my 50th posted render on Renderosity, I wanted to do something special. The picture was inspired by a poem my father wrote who has always encouraged my creativity. He is also proof that a father is not necessarily a blood relative. He was, and still is, my hero. His poem is below. (Hopefully the formating holds up.) In the House of Original Sin A woman of Fancy Served up bathtub gin And maybe a mans fancy In this house of ill repute Arose a dispute Older than Adam and Eve One that wouldn’t leave A late night Too much gin A dim light A fight again Between two men One with a crucifix The other a knife In the House of Original Sin Two men fought Two men died Two souls were saved One was lost In the House of Original Sin They call her Nancy And she wears the cross Of the man’s soul she saved And he hers She serves up bathtub Gin And gospel In the House of Original Sin William E. Bradley 2006-10-03