flood of memories

finallyjust opened my suitcase from the show and got really sad. I automatically yearned for it to be back in the position I'd
last seen it open like that...backstage, surrounded by my cast members.

shakespeare festival.

anxiously awaiting the first round.

man. what a long day. waiting for results in the auditorium.

the night before opening

lying on the bleachers alone. rehearsal over. waiting for dad to pickup. for some reason, this is strangely peaceful.

sun protection

heat wave 'n hell week.

a walk home

80s bam!

walking with the wind