Here's a project I co-ordinated to be auctioned off at a fund-raising event in October. The artwork was created by my son's kindergarten class. 

They were given fox body parts (shape inspired by LenaLime, seemingly endless cutting-out by me), which they glued, accessorised, painted and signed. By far the most challenging element of the project was me cutting out the 22 precise windows in the mount board by hand. I couldn't tell you how many times I measured and re-measured. Tense times...tense times.



I never think to describe my dad as a passionate man; modest, dignified, supportive, quietly proud, determined, funny, but not passionate. Except for one area which consumes him entirely; flying. 

A cadet from the age of 13, he flew his whole life until retirement two years ago when debilitating, terminal illness took over. He could describe cloud types and their forecast, international flightpaths and schedules, and where to get a happy hour beer round-the-clock, in any major U.S. city.

Travelling to and from England recently to say good bye, I found myself transfixed by the skies, the clouds and the peaceful solitude they afford, a candy floss screen shutting off the world. He loved being up there, doing what he's always done best. 

(Photos taken on my turn-of-the-century iphone so a little bit rubbish.)