It's surreal, it's bizarre, and yet in its own wacky way (somewhat reminiscent of Rem Koolhaas), it's quite glorious: a vicarious visualization of a balloon trip taken today by a father and his two kids in the company of other joy-riding balloons over New York City to a deep-country landing field. . . where mom is waiting with the family pickup truck. This one is properly wordless too--for the fun is all in breath-catching balloon-side perspectives (the Statue of Liberty close-up, the Empire State Building underneath), and the views of the ballooners doing as only they can--tossing a frisbee to a girl in another balloon, taking a soda bottle from a woman on a yacht. At one point, dark clouds threaten--but then the pickup truck is visible below, just coming around a bend; and the last pages become something of a race between the ballooners and the approaching storm. A pictorial adventure in a gala, slightly spaced-out spirit.