This is a picture is of me doing a handstand in the middle of the night in an empty field with snowshoes on. It represents the joy I was experiencing at that moment, when I was in Maine with some friends. We all work in the same outdoor sports store together, and somehow I organized for us to go take a course in ice climbing. We stayed in the cabin of the mother of one of our co-workers, and therefore got to stay for free in a place that was so adorable and rustic that it could have been on the cover of "Ye Olde New England Magazine". Now, it wasn't the fact that we all felt like Burt Reynolds drinking whiskey by the fire in a 200+ year old log cabin, or that we felt like bad asses learning how to ice climb that made this trip so memorable. Rather, it was that we all recognized and acknowledged out loud, and to each other, how fortunate we were to be able to be there at all. We knew this was just the beginning of our adventures together, and during the whole trip, we learned that anything, even climbing ice, was possible. That is what this photo represents- that the great moments in life- as fleeting as they may be- are still possible.