Walking through the world of Disney on my recent family vacation, you cannot help to be impressed by the level of efficiency, cleanliness, and quality of everything from costumes, to construction.

The Magic Kingdom was a magic experience for my six and a half year old son. The ecstatic energy generated from the sights and sounds could very easily have powered a small city. As you can imagine the post-Disney detox he experienced after a week of getting to decide what to see next was amusing to say the least (he says sarcastically).

Heading down to Florida I honestly found myself looking more forward to the Kennedy Space center and Sea World. Disney was just another theme park. Whee. Add to it my underlying annoyance generated by Disney fanatics I had encountered in the past, and I approached it with more than a little trepidation.

As I mentioned early, the parks are top notch. You pay out the nose to be there, but you get what you pay for. Never have I found this to be more true than with Disney.

And what I found myself realizing was that it was magical. Not because it was Disney, or because it had x, y or z. But rather because of the joy it brought my son and his cousin Zach. It was pure, it was untainted by society, by life. It reminded me of what it was like to be a kid with no cares in the world.

I realized that I would always look at Disney as nothing more than an amusement park, but for Maverick it was magical. Oh if only to be able to look at the world one more time through innocent eyes.

Lest I wax on philosophically for any longer, I wanted to talk a bit about this photo I snapped of at the Manatee Rescue area at Sea World. Walking along the top of the area looking into the water I was amazed at the sheer size of the manatees. Reading about them, and seeing them in person is really something completely different.

Walking down to the underwater viewing area where I took this photo what impressed me most was how serene and slow moving they are. Their movements seem oddly etherial, they seem to move without any effort at all.

I conclude this post with a picture of my son, being a goofball and having the time of his life.