MY GHOST, LITERALLY

Early morning sunlight was shining though some smoke in my house, making awesome patterns, I put my camera on burst mode and took about 10 pictures of it floating, shifting, changing. A few days later I looked through those photos. What  I found was creepy, at first...

...knowing my home was built in 1920, I had often wondered about the spirits that had lived here. I believe I captured one. I don't know who he is, or if he died here, but I wanted to honor him, as our spirits share the same space.
  So I decided to paint the spirit in the smoke, a total divergence from my usual style. I think he likes it, I know I do.