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.
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.
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.
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.
I get melancholy looking at this image. I’m thinking about what lasts in life. Fran was a “good person.” There are few who qualify for this designation in my world. I know a few and am blessed. She was a quiet dependable friend. What can you say? She was just there for me on so many occasions. I never ask/asked for help. It’s just me, how I operate (pun). I miss her… both Ginny and me and a lot of others.
Don’t laugh. I don’t fit into this tux any more. The occasion? It was a formal dinner for a hospital fund raiser. I do believe it was the infamous dinner where Richard left after the soup. Yeah, he was a weird guy. … just left without even a “good-bye.”
Here’s a big joke (if you’re not a Republican). Mike Pence, yes, that one, has a new book out. It’s about his bunny. Yup, his bunny. This is the man who supports anything against gay rights and against abortion and is generally not a friend of free thinking. True, all true. Sorry. He’s a sorry character. And he got f’d today. Last night John Oliver on Comedy Central wrote and announced his new counter-book parodying the soon to be released Pence book. Yes, same bunny – Marlon. Only, Oliver’s bunny is gay. Yup, total antithesis of the Pence family rabbit. Today, Oliver’s book has more pre-orders than Pence’s book. And Oliver’s urging even resulted in pushing Comey’s tell all from the top spot on Amazon.
Oh! By the way Amazon. Listen up. Pay attention! You still show the NRA channel. Yes! That channel! So, be aware that I’m going to Washington DC this Saturday to advocate for gun control. And I will refrain as much as possible from using Amazon till you respond in kind.
I’m a lone voice. But you start somewhere. I keep wondering where all the pissed off Democrats have been? There is a lot of anti-Trump sentiment. If your job as a congressman or senator is to be re-elected, then consider that it might just about be time to stand up.
’cause I’m mad as hell and I ain’t taking it anymore.
I got kids. I got kids who are teachers. I know a lot of kids and teachers. They deserve to be safe. The NRA does not deserve to force it’s conservative views upon the safety and health of my daughter and son. Sorry, your poor reasoning doesn’t wash anymore. Let’s start with the premise you can not shoot someone if you don’t have a gun.
See you all in Washington DC on Saturday.
This is for Ginny. It was her going away party. Retirement? Nah? Don? He’s a good sport. He does some weird shit?! In this case he was setup by the OR nurses who dressed him in a fake butt and sock filled jock strap. Yeah! You can’t make this shit up. Surprise?! Yup! She was! The photo is priceless and the expression barely recorded. I didn’t know what was coming. So, credit me for not dropping the camera and recording an image or two. There was a group of high school soccer girls in the next room who rapidly departed.
Why today? She’s been asking me to post people. It’s her birthday. She’s old! Really really old. Happy!
One shot. Grab shot. Street photography. There’s nothing pretty. It’s out of focus. I did not get another image. The woman modeling was clowning around up and down the aisle at the fair. She pirouetted as the dress maker shot video. Lighting was simply not up to getting a motion stopping image. But, the image was enough to catch my eye as I edited. Sometimes you miss by that much…or, you are just that close….
It’s not a good photo. I could improve it with means. I’m not bothering. It’s okay. It’s about the story. 2014. No. 2015. Was it? Gee time passes quickly. Valentine’s Day. Get it? Don’t try. I’m being obtuse. However… we were in this same restaurant again recently. I think it’s the second time for me (in this restaurant). It’s not Valentine’s. But I am there again with the same folks; yes,… and with my very significant other. The last time it was on the eve of our buying a house in Delaware. Prior to that, I had never even been in Delaware. And the topper? I was asked, “So how do you like the neighborhood?” just as I was driving in Delaware for the first time. Oh brother! You can’t make this stuff up. So, it was nice to have a steak once again. Meanwhile, my companion has gone vegetarian since then. She ate the risotto.
Sheep and wool? Ostensibly it’s all about the fiber? The market baskets – fair trade – sold like hot cakes. Everywhere you looked someone was carrying one. We got one. They have great utilitarian use. Plus, they are good for you and for the makers. Win win. Bonus. I got a good image. This lady was just dressed this way. She wasn’t there to be picturesque.
With the current events one pauses to look at what’s out there on the street. NYC has been a melting pot and about anything goes. Pigs don’t fly. This one has been there for years. I’ve never been in the bar. It doesn’t appeal. But, it’s still in business. And then there are the Halal guys. Anywhere else? They just blend into the New York street scene. Imagine? Where are the Nazis? You don’t see any. I can’t find any. I’m not looking. But there is no hate on the street. It’s just not there. Do they come out at night? Freedom of speech, statues, plaques, it’s complicated. So many questions, so few answers. It seems there is a “yes” for every “no.”