For now, here are some photos from the weekend. I have a bit of writing to do, as I have had two trips to Mount Snow, a friend fly in from Ecuador, and a grab bag assortment of other "life things" occur since my fingers last pressed some solid thought into these keys. Until I get a chance to settle the hummingbird in my chest and actually sort ideas into letters into words, gnaw on some gnarly eye candy.
Alexandra y yo.
Willy (Wheelie), yo, y Al.
A mightily pensive Big-E.
Woot. Woot. Pre-Super.D Practice. Man, was I slow.
Alexandra at Mount Snow.
Lift ladies.
Rasta twins.
Wiley. I could make a word rhyme with his name, appropriately so, but that would just be redundantly annoying.
Work. It.
Al y yo.
A family of beached whales.
La fuerza de la flor.
Carl Decker sneakering his way to to a super.d start.
My sis, Marianne.
Post-Mt. Snow, back home and at Skyline.
Que rabo grande, no?
Tan lines are a beautiful thing.
Al so did not want to jump. I made her.
I wanted to get all of us kids to do a different dinner pose every night. This is dinner glam shot number one.
Al, yo, y Bruce (the man behind that booming voice announcing every Kenda Cup East race this year).
Vaya! Sin agua!
Such a great breakfast, which I enjoyed on a morning porch alongside a Sunday coffee steaming into sun rays and dew-laced air. Cool mountain mornings that lay out a blanket for your contemplations are certainly something to write home about.
Sunday short track start.
Don't sell yourself, Marianne. Don't do it. Ask her if she takes personal checks, though, I ran out of Butterscotch Suckers.
Spiderman stickin' to his stealth mode swagger.
Wiley y Al. Special...ized.
Alexandra y yo.
Willy (Wheelie), yo, y Al.
A mightily pensive Big-E.
Woot. Woot. Pre-Super.D Practice. Man, was I slow.
Alexandra at Mount Snow.
Lift ladies.
Rasta twins.
Wiley. I could make a word rhyme with his name, appropriately so, but that would just be redundantly annoying.
Work. It.
Al y yo.
A family of beached whales.
La fuerza de la flor.
Carl Decker sneakering his way to to a super.d start.
My sis, Marianne.
Post-Mt. Snow, back home and at Skyline.
Que rabo grande, no?
Tan lines are a beautiful thing.
Al so did not want to jump. I made her.
I wanted to get all of us kids to do a different dinner pose every night. This is dinner glam shot number one.
Al, yo, y Bruce (the man behind that booming voice announcing every Kenda Cup East race this year).
Vaya! Sin agua!
Such a great breakfast, which I enjoyed on a morning porch alongside a Sunday coffee steaming into sun rays and dew-laced air. Cool mountain mornings that lay out a blanket for your contemplations are certainly something to write home about.
Sunday short track start.
Don't sell yourself, Marianne. Don't do it. Ask her if she takes personal checks, though, I ran out of Butterscotch Suckers.
Spiderman stickin' to his stealth mode swagger.
Wiley y Al. Special...ized.
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