Usually, when I take photos of things, I like the way the world actually looks and want to capture it. (Or the way it looks through my sunglasses, which can result in disappointment in my camera.) This late April day, I was documenting my bedroom during its window of perfect sunlight, but that doesn't last long and soon I was in Emma's room, with its longer-lasting light and thirty-three red balloons left over from the Book Co-op's poorly-attended but enjoyable sock hop. Emma was already on her "99 Red Balloons" kick at that point. The balloons were all the same color, but the light hit in different ways and so in the photos, they range from pale yellow to deep red. This is a time when the real world, and crispness, and accuracy weren't so important. I love the way the light hit the collage of her belongings across the room. These pictures remind me of something, a movie or several or something, but I'm not sure exactly what. Something magical.