This time of year dance schools everywhere roll out the abomination known as the recital. Some of my former ballet school parents back in Knoxville whose children landed at "recital" schools after I left have recently been heard moaning online about the exorbitant cost of sequined costumes, other recital-related expenses, limited stage exposure for their children, … Continue reading Running With Scissors
Ballet School
Rite of Passage
Yesterday I had a heartening message from the mother of a very talented former Knoxville Ballet School student. The subject line was Homework on Pointe, and the jist of the message simply, I don't even know if I can get them off her to sew the ribbons and elastics. This from a ballerina mom not … Continue reading Rite of Passage
Saucer-eyed.
These are two of my young students, each with older ballerina sisters. I snapped this a couple of weeks ago at one of the rehearsals for our studio performance. This takes me back several decades when I spent countless hours waiting for my ballerina mamma to finish class or rehearsal, only I was usually sprawled … Continue reading Saucer-eyed.
Walking Through Walls
I am not sure who shot this image on Friday evening at White River Ballet Academy's studio performance, but it has an otherworldly quality to it that is kinda cool. Handsome Chef Boyfriend says it appears that the three of us just walked into the room through the wall behind us like angels. I am … Continue reading Walking Through Walls
Bunheads
Hair thingummies for the Level 1 girls for tomorrow's perfomance. Ta dah!
Rear View Mirror: Photo Essay
The young director at the ballet school in Vermont's Upper Valley, where I now hang my hat professionally, is enjoying her long-delayed move into a new building which continues as I write this. On Saturday we will hold our first classes there. This new chapter in the life of her fledgling school has opened with … Continue reading Rear View Mirror: Photo Essay
Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
Yes, I really did this last night underneath a sky that was so incredibly dark and brilliant with stars and planets I am not sure my words can do it justice. My small digital Canon PowerShot simply can’t capture what I saw, so I had to grab something that approximates the nighttime sky in rural … Continue reading Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
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