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I was so excited to take Derek and Trent to Kerry park last night.  It was a clear night and I knew the view would be amazing.  I had my tripod with me and was looking forward to taking this picture.  I love this city.

Trent is missing most of his top teeth right now.  And, of course, this picture below is missing someone important- my daughter.  She was riding her horse and chasing giant mice around a stage while the rest of us took in the views and waited for her.  Trent has had his parents to himself a lot over the past few months.  I asked him the other day if he felt like an only child.  He just grinned and said, "yup!" 

Here is a custom that I believe must be unique to ballet....collecting old sweaty shoes.  The children of the Nutcracker have a lot of waiting around to do while they're back stage.  Sometimes, with that time, they write fan letters to their favorite dancers in the company, in the hope of receiving a signed pointe shoe in return.  The shoes are then delivered to the younger dancers.  These are precious, highly treasured mementos.


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Reader Comments (2)

Oh my, I love that tradition of the shoes :-) It is so special.

Amazing photo of the city!

December 22, 2011 | Unregistered Commentersarah

I think I knew that about the shoes. Dance is an interesting culture. I will never wear toe shoes, although I can remember wanting to as a kid. Now, I'd rather wear riding shoes and climb in the saddle.

December 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterK

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