I'm the Cheerleader!

"I'm the cheerleader! Take my picture!" our new neighbor excitedly asked me as my oldest and his friend played football through the yard. "OK," I told him, "but you have to stand in the sunlight," because he has the most magnificent white-blonde hair that glows in the sunlight. I felt the contrast was even more striking in black and white. I also love how the his looseness of his arms during his jump make them look rubbery or boneless. And of course his expression of concentration. Some stick out their tongues, some furrow a brow, and some do whatever you call this.