a wintry wind whips
her wafting entrance in
sleek sleeted shoulders greet
forgien travelers like icy kin
full strings build and flow
like dancing wisps of cold
climbing rungs of frozen scales
great musical ladder to behold
a queen surrenders to the whirl
whisked by heaven and her king
crystals hover above her lover
dainty flakes float softly in
a single horn draws out their finish
waning whips with icicle toes
premiering in her snowy song
a memory forever froze.
—looking back on my first snow queen. thank you for always capturing special moments from the wings, jacob.
Setting The Barre 
I don’t think I’ve ever commented but thank you so much for you blog. It’s really beautiful. I’ll never get to be a professional ballerina and it’s really awesome to get to see these inside looks. And you’re an amazing photographer too. Just thank you.