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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Stella: She comes alive with the ocean. It's where she's most herself, most free, most wild. When she was having an emotional moment, I suggested that she take some deep breaths and look out at the sea. She did and was calmed. We spent early dawn hours running up and down the black sand beach in front of our vila in Bali, and all her troubles were forgotten. 

Hugo: He's reeeeeaaaalllly into vehicles right now. Cars, cars, cars. Bus, bus, bus. Airplanes are any flying or floating vehicle. Choo-choos are just about everything else, including elevators, which I find sort of amusing. 

Stella's school was on break, and her godfather is visiting from Switzerland. So, the day after I returned from San Fransisco, we took a seven am flight to Bali. Which sounds like sort of madness, I mean, unpacking + packing + jet lag + general exhaustion does not sound like a delicious recipe. However, everything worked out pretty smoothly, and Bali was wonderful. But, than again, Bali is ALWAYS wonderful.