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It’s about the bag?

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Paris fashion? Paris in the springtime – it was a song. “I love….” There are a few photos of me going back in my archives. It’s interesting to see me before I was gray haired. It’s fairly obvious that I handed over my camera to document myself. That grey Domke bag was actually used completely. You know? Like I actually wore it to death. There’s something to be said to wearing your jeans until they wear out instead of having been manufactured “worn out.” I wore my signature khaki pants and fleece jacket. Not much has changed except that now I use a black camera bag and have gray hair. Me worry? Nah!

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Big baby

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I must admit that I lack sympathy. I am in agreement. The big baby Trump blimp is quite appropriate. I’m passing this photo along. This is my means of telling the world. I am not proud of this man. He does not represent anything good. He has supporters. I do not understand how they can stand with him. Their time is limited and the end is near. The world is onto him now. We also have an electorate that gets it. The minority will not prevail when the wheel turns around once more. Thank you London, England.


One a day

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I have lots of thoughts. I post once per day. Jules long ago complained TMI when I posted too frequently. Right. She was right. My kids advise me wisely – often. So, you will never see hundreds of thousands of images. Good! Good? Lately, I have so many, too numerous to count. But…my thought?

Well, I started in film. I have faded pictures of which I posted recently. My paranoia? Lost slides – by way of really lost, fading, mold, damage, fire, dust… Storage? Not much choice, they have to be physically stored. Environment – temp, humidity, dust, mold? It plays on your mind. I had friends in college who were totally obsessed with dust on their film and their lenses. Peter Hong comes to mind. Imagine that? Poor Peter? Well, I think his name was Peter? We had a freshman Quantitative Chem class. You weighed things out to the 4th decimal. You know? – .0001 gm – that would be very light weight. And, any error – just dust – could throw off your result. We were obsessive about washing the lab glassware! Madness. That lesson has not stuck – not one bit. I have spots and stuff on my lenses. Mostly, I refrain from using my shirttail to wipe the glass. Thank God!

The post today is more than 20 maybe, closer to 30 years old. It has stood the test of time stored relatively well and kept in the dark. No loss of color. I know. I know. This is all disjointed. But when I recently scanned this slide it jumped out for some reason. That crisp winter day is still like it was when we were there. The colors did not fade. The scanner technology got rid of most of the dust without me doing a thing. Shooting through a fence with auto focus is hard. Somehow the camera behaved perfectly. All sort of memories blend seeing my kids playing platform tennis. They probably never played again. That’s bittersweet too.

 


One that got away

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There is the story of the fisherman and the biggest fish you ever saw…. In one day recently, I saw a vulture – 3 foot wing spread – sunning and drying its wings in a field – and a pair of cute kids walking in the mist under an umbrella. You won’t get to see those shots. I missed them. Sorry, I see things but don’t always get a shot. Darn!

Here’s another from the archives of way back. We (four couples and my kids) used to rent a ski house. This one time we unexpectedly had a hot tub for which no one was prepared to play in. Undaunted and armed for any (wardrobe) possibility two ladies went in anyway. They were surprised by the guys. It was a big laugh, except one of them was only partially robed. I got there too late with the camera. It was already G-rated and tame by the time Jules summoned me.


La la land

Senator Carper asked us to march in a 4th of July parade with him. Yes, US Senator as in Congress of the United States. Don’t ask. It’s a story. We showed up. No one else but the five of us. And only four of us were qualified to vote for him in November. We stood. He stood us up. He was late to his own parade. The town did not wait for him. And his rival (Republicans one and all) turned out followed by hundreds of local supporters. I did not/was not allowed to speak with any one of them. I think there were some of the same guys from before the presidential election. I dearly wanted to insult them again. No dice. The women looked just as hard hearted. #Me too! But I was stunned at the crowd who marched proudly Republican down the street. I did not get it. As in, I didn’t know they were Republican supporters. Egad!!

And then while I melted under a tree, there was a guy across the street handing out free ice cream. For sure! Really! And peruse the sign at the top of the machine. … not if it were the last ice cream place on earth…. Carper didn’t get there in time. We were hot and weren’t gonna wait. He was attending four parades. This was his second. He was gonna be alone. We’ll vote for him in November because the alternative is way worse. For today I saw the Republicans out in force. I cringed. I did not call out. I will live to vote another day.


Cute

I find that I don’t take too many pictures of random people. Shy? Am I avoiding confrontation? Street photography is a whole ‘nother subject. But occasionally I run across someone whom I deem too photogenic to pass up. The woman was all decked out to be photographed in DC with the cherry blossoms. I tagged along and got an image too. The child was in the park and just being a child being cute.


Ocean City

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We don’t frequent this beach. It’s crowded and touristy. I don’t need to be here. So we stopped on the way through. Just to look. It’s honky. You see neat stuff. Don’t curse. Oh, and you are not allowed to bathe bare chested. Well, that would be if you are a woman.

Don’t get me wrong. I got nothing against bare chests. Some people just shouldn’t…. It was chilly that day. But there are always those who insist that the weather is better than it is.

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This poor guy was playing his guitar sideways. He needed a better speaker. He had no audience. No one who passed, paused. Maybe he was just practicing for the summer crowd to come?


Art

I got some “art” shots. Unintentional! Really! The kissing fish? It’s a true picture. I was swimming over a rise in the coral. Voila! They were kissing. It lasted for a single frame. No! No Photoshop! No one believes me. It’s too easy to manipulate an image. But! Yup! Kissing! Omar blew bubbles. He liked Jules. So, he latched on to us and did a few dives with us. He was showing off his skill at the decompression stop. Bubbles! Free diver. There are guys who dive without tanks. Free divers – duh?! They hang weights from a float and dive to depths. Hey, it’s something to do when you have mastered basic diving skills. This diver was waiting for his compatriots. I got my balletic shot. Beautiful.


Side By Side

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Look close. Side by side. I see this in retrospect as I view the edit. The ladies chose to take stand not by chance but by determined design.

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They are in front of Trump International Hotel. On the margin… things played out. There will always be someone to try to change the dialog and shift the argument. It’s magic. Watch one hand while the other does magic. 800 demonstrations around the world. One purpose and one voice. For once, I am encouraged. Hopeful. But it ain’t over till it’s over. I’m voting. Another republican announced he would retire. Reason: He couldn’t win with Trump as president. A republican would have to deal with Trump’s base versus an aroused moderate base repulsed by Trump.

 

 


Mexican Night

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It was an excuse for a themed pot luck supper. Barb won a raffle. It was “fixed?” it’s not her first (win) rodeo. Ha! My contribution was the cut tomato, lettuce, and onion. Really? That was what I was asked to do. How much? My tendency is to always cut way too much. I prepare with the idea that everyone would eat an entire meal out of my preparation. In reality, one eats a small amount or not at all. So, you need way less than you imagine. With that in mind I cut judiciously. And, there were still leftovers… just not so much as usual. Barb? She teaches ESL to immigrants too. Laudable. And no, this dinner theme was not some sort of ethnic aspersion.