Many times on my commute home at dusk I wished that I could capture the setting sun over the everglades with my kids.
But I never had the opportunity until January when my eldest was traveling home
with me from a weekend Irish dance class. Among other steps, she has been practicing “the bird”, a move where
an Irish dancer jumps mid-air with one leg outstretched and the other leg tucked
under. As I glanced over at the setting sun, we devised a plan. Pulling off the
freeway to the makeshift carpark and with just minutes of available light to
spare, we jumped out of the car and ran up the hill.
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| "The Bird" |
We started with some skips and captured "the bird,” but the real magic started
just as the sun set and I told her to try whatever move she wanted.
