I limit myself to a post a day. Jules, long ago admonished me. Too many posts were too many and too confusing. So, I cheat. She never complained about more than one pic per post. Still… I pick by browsing Lightroom. And an image strikes me. Sometimes they are not perfect – most times. But there is this” je ne sais quois” look. Done. This one made me smile. You’re just going along minding your own business and then you are “struck.” It wasn’t even an image I flagged in my first pass. But, in retrospect, it’s different, out of my norm. … too many images, too little time… I know I have not gone deep into my library. It’s a regret, no time to dwell.
There, but for the grace of God… Thomas Cook, venerable travel agent to the wealthy – you book and they coddle you from start to finish – up and went, belly up – fini – closed, shut, bankrupt. They even ran their own airline. Thousands upon many more travelers were stranded in the midst of holiday. It was shock in Scotland where we traveled. And the effect was still evident in Glasgow where planes were parked forlornly on the tarmac the day we departed. We were on our way, tipping our hat to the stranded and counting our blessings.
How would we have known? You travel. Your local guide tells you facts you had never considered. Being fat was a sign of wealth. And the wealthy also traveled to the “continent” for their portrait to be commissioned to a famous painter (of the time). In this instance, the lord was young and not yet corpulent. So, the painter painted up his hands and face. And then, the lord paged through a catalog and picked out a body to be painted and matched. Voila! Fat and rich! Who’d have thunk…?
We don’t get British tabloid news. I suppose the internet can provide. I’m too lazy and not curious enough. I have heard of Page 3 and here she is – well, today’s tease. Ummm… ok. She’s older but still has sex appeal(?) and putting out a calendar. Do I need more? But, how about, or, have you thought about your eyebrows? I saw these products in the London airport. Nowhere else have I been offered such a product. But, a story at one of the castles revealed that the wealthy noble women wore mouse fur as fake eyebrows. Why! …because it was hard to obtain. Now that’s something a rich noble woman would do…???
On the road in America, you see stuff – industrial and rural. The rural landscape gave me crosses. And the early morning light made the industrial blight seem almost blissful. Crossing a bridge – adventure! There is a time and place for all things.
I have a lot to be thankful for. That was thanksgiving? And, this is now, another rare two post day. I had all of our kids in one place this summer. Not at the same time… but then Photoshop to the rescue. This was more difficult than herding my cats together. It is indeed a motley bunch. Family. Nice. It’s nice to be thankful.
We were in the museum and I sat to wait. I contemplated. And, I photographed. Me, you, and the mirror reflection. Fun! And, then ala Andreas Feininger, I paid homage to an image that stuck in my memory. Are there new photos or are there copies of something previously done? Either way, we had fun while I waited and rested.
After a while, it felt like we were in a photo booth. Well, no, but it was fun anyway.
I see them. Not often. So, I photograph them when I see them. Logical. Detail, remember the rule of thirds, and so forth…. I look and try to make it mine. Sure, the subject is not new. It’s still a frog. But, I hope I made you look.
By now you must have guessed we were in Scotland. It’s taken time to get to posting about the trip. Majestic! It rains, therefore, it’s foggy. If it’s not raining it’s about to rain or it just stopped raining. Nice!
And on the next day…Dave asked me about whitewater rafting. Way back more than a decade ago … Jules and I were whitewater rafting in Maine. It was summer but the water was still cold. And the object of the boat driver was to dump you in the water. It was very cold. We had a great time. I relied on my database and Lightroom to locate the files. It wasn’t too painful. We all had a laugh over these memories.