Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.


Found on but not actually part of the Mankato Sculpture Tour

My husband is a hockey player. He is a skater. And when I say he is a skater I mean that he can skate perhaps better than he walks. He skates circles around me. I regret that I didn't spend the last twenty-three years of our life together spending that time becoming a better skater.

Imagine if I had? We could be amazing out there together! Couples skating!

Oh well.

The Big D says he came to skating late, at the late age of 9 or 10 years of age. And he remembers getting out there every single day, skating until dinner time on school nights and all day long on the weekends.

He began daily practice at an early age.

The joy he gets in skating is so apparent on his face the moment he gets out on the ice. His joy is infectious. It brings him such pleasure. And I find it incredibly sexy.

daily photo: day 2
I take photos daily but plan to post what I want which may be an image taken on a different day. Just saying.