Don’t ask me why, but I like posing for pictures while leaping up in mid-air.  Even worse, I am forever trying to cajole my friends into defying the laws of gravitational pull as well.  (Most will flat out refuse.  Others realize that I won’t take no for an answer and give it the ol’ college try.)

It all started when our staff photographer would take shots of our crew posing in some random city for posterity.  Lord, were they boring.  At one particular shoot, I got paired up with a cheerleader in Sin City who vowed she could get a higher vertical leap than me in front of the iconic Vegas sign.  (Uh, she was totally wrong.)  Since then a tradition was born.

Now I practically demand that I’m photographed jumping whilst sightseeing.   Oh sure it’s awkward (uh, usually churches frown on that sort of thing), but it always makes for a memorable photo.

In most of the photos I look like a giddy lunatic.  It’s hard to have a normal, congenial smile when you’re using every ounce of energy to propel yourself one to two feet off the ground.  Most of the photos have me frozen in what I call “cheerleader face” … that sort of mouth-open, bright-eyed, glazed-over perma-grin that cheerleaders utilize.  I need to work on that.

For every photo I post, there are about 30 of ‘em that are immediately deleted.  I’m usually blurry, out of focus or both.  But the ones that turn out are immediate keepers … forever reminding me of a moment frozen in time when I was having so much fun I was literally walking on air.