With this photo the essence of that song and the license it takes with the poetry of the super ecstatic moment finally makes all the sense in the world, “….in the sky….”

The life is filled with the grace of the Moment. It is a huge gift and I receive it so gladly. It was my Birthday and they said what do you want to do. Unequivocally I said, “Take the CHICKS skiing!” And ski we did. My bunny bombers get better in leaps and bounds and I – having not skied avidly in over two decades – have taken it back up in three tries this season and am carving better that I ever did as a youth. That’s comforting, emboldening, as I rush headlong into the end of the adolescence of my middle age.

In her dressing room she wonders, “Our summery Winter must come round again, mustn’t it?”

Naughty is the new Nice.

Enjoying the quick magics of my new Leica pixie cam. The trick with these little machines is to let them bleed into the moment, the moments bleeding back for you.

Never fight a child who’s fighting sleep. Just let them rock….

Some humans cannot be denied.