Sunday, March 16


tutus. i could easily kill 9 hours shooting ballerinas in tutus. my inner six-year-old came out on this shoot: wanting to embody a dancer's grace and poise, wear pretty things, walk on my toes. and then i saw their feet after a 15 minute performance. ugh, ouch. no thanks.

there was another solo dance that incorporated this giant projection of the galaxy. sometimes i feel like this looking out at the world. overwhelmed with possibilities.

nfl scout day at mizzou.

the rock bridge girls won columbia's first-ever state title in basketball. i was glad i got to be there for the final game. it's been neat to watch them go all the way, but it is a pang of regret that i didn't follow them strazzante-style for the season.

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