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May 18, 2007
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Absolutely gorgeous! I hope you will offer more commentary on how all of this was organized...how often were rehearsals, how were roles assigned (auditions?), etc. A hearty congratulations to ALL involved with the production!
Posted by: almamater | May 19, 2007 at 12:27 AM
Wonderful! And I am *thouroughly* impressed with the donkey head! That is a work of art. All of the costumes are just beautiful, really. Wish we could have been there for the performance.
Posted by: Janette | May 19, 2007 at 01:33 AM
What a sumptuous, beautiful production. What a wonderful experience for your children.
Posted by: patience | May 19, 2007 at 02:21 AM
This is amazing. What a joyful cast.
Posted by: MaryM | May 19, 2007 at 02:54 AM
Okay, these photos are the most gorgeous things I have ever seen. Those fairies! The costumes!
Posted by: Beck | May 19, 2007 at 06:39 AM
Those costumes are amazing!! And I love your blog header photo.
Posted by: Cheryl | May 19, 2007 at 06:56 AM
Beautiful! My congratulations on what seems to have been a very successful show!
Posted by: Mary Beth P | May 19, 2007 at 09:30 AM
I've loved your performance reviews this week. It sounds like so much fun and is sure to be one of you children's favorite memories.
Posted by: Jennifer | May 19, 2007 at 11:12 AM
14 June 2007
Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.
Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.
It is of birdsong and misty dawns
and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.
The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.
The first water birds head out for the far shore.
Posted by: Poetry | June 15, 2007 at 08:03 AM