Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
Schiboom, schiboom. Schiboom, schiboom.
Each tap of my toes is Morris Code, as my feet make their own music. Daddy: As I lumber along in the adult class across the hall, at Bridge for Dance, trying to get my toes and heals to move when I tell them to move is like tapping my head and circling my hand around my tummy at the same time. Goal: to tap with Emma in Madison Square Garden or in front of Madison Square Garden for quarters. Photos by the fantastic photographer, Julie Dermansky.

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