Deep, oblivious sleep

Almost never, ever, is it possible to get a candid shot of Casey snoozing in the morning. The kid senses any movement, even a change in the tone of our conversation when we notice a goofy sleep pose like this one, or a molecular change in the room when Vic or I reach for a camera.

 

Our guy was probably in the middle of a solitary reconnaissance of the greenbelt, or maybe back on the farm with his mom. But he was definitely, comfortably in a twilight zone of his own.