I keep stumbling across these moments that are so piercing beautiful they knock me over. Last night, I was in the middle of the woods in Connecticut, watching people swingspinthrow flames underneath the moon. 100 fire performers gathered in one place can't be wrong. There was drumming...someone was playing a violin...and belly dancers by a bonfire. Yeah, yeah, I know--I'm a total hippie. Shoot me.
other highlights include sleeping in puddles and walking barefoot on gravel
and here's a token tribute to my long-lost brother who doesn't look so beautiful anymore: