08/13/2012
Great grandmother Lulu's gloves and hat, some fringe and spray paint........the trail ahead...our nomes de le danse... avec heads together for an extemporeanous adventure in fragments.
There was skipping, a berimbau and flute, a red nose, a 70 something in a Speedo looking for the beach, a crow, contemplative Baton twirling, Sky in a black velvet mini dress, an inspired Eygptian Trudge, and a tableau that stopped normal time, a kind audience and many passers by. All lit by good weather and the hum of bees in the Orchard.
I'll call that dream material for sure.