when there still might be time. and other fantasies past.

There was a time when dancing was all I did.

 All I thought about. All I cared about. 

Getting into Julliard was all I dreamt about. 

Then one day, I stopped dancing. 

I have regretted this decision many times over the years. 

When watching dance films, performances, live ballets, meeting dancers. 

Is it too late to regain my passion and my dancers body? 

I finally have a clubhouse-and I found it under the willow tree

Fishing for frogs in the marsh.

Our bi-weekly ritual of feeding the two ducks and single goose (yet to be named). Most times M is too slow with the actual Breaking and Throwing of the Bread, and will have it snatched out of her hands by Duck 1 and Duck 2 before she has time to think twice.

Upon arrival at our clubhouse under the willow tree

Our favorite ducky friends