Saturday, June 14, 2008

Dance Dance Baby

Last Saturday I spent my afternoon at a dance theatre performance. Alita (pictured, center just in case you're visiting for the first time, if you've been around even a little you already know which one she is) had her end of semester showcase. Her theatre class was working on machines, using their bodies, projecting with their voices and combining sounds with movements.
Needless to say she was awesome. I'm so glad I got to go. She's quite the ham when given the chance, I had to get her deep into telling me a story and surprise her with a few shutter clicks to get the natural shot below.

That's my girl's true smile, just busting out of her cheeks.


  1. Now, remind me again, is this the child, the tiny baby child that owns the grownups who live in the brownstone that is owned by the newfoundland dogs???

    She. Is. Divine.

  2. Yeah, there is no brownstone and there are no newfs and she's no longer a baby. I see her all the time and I still have a hard time with it. She's going to be seven next Saturday! She'll be taller than me any minute.