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In February 2004, I was living on the water in North Falmouth, Massachusetts. Buzzard's Bay, the specific body of water that my property looked out on, froze solid. From shore to shore, it was one giant, glorious, salt water freeze pop.

Every day for a week, I ventured further and further out onto it. Foolhardy and dangerous, perhaps. But I couldn't let this beautiful, rare, event, that I had a front row seat for, happen right in front of me without viscerally experiencing it. It was NOT enough just to see it; I had to LIVE it.

On the day of Super Bowl 38, a few of us ventured out about half a mile offshore and took this picture on a buoy off the coast. It's one of my favorite photos of all time. Everything about it is right. I remember exactly how I felt; Like The Stars Had Aligned, Just For Me. Here I was, with people I loved, living on the edge, in the middle of a frigid winter wonderland, experiencing a precious and rare event first hand, on the day of my Patriots playing in another Super Bowl. Oh, and the night before, my band had just played a kick ass gig.

I could have easily titled this post "Perfection".