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Friends

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I have had a group of friends who have met up for more than a quarter century. That is a long time. We had very disparate view on many things. Political discussion was forbidden in the name of friendship. But some things are unfathomable. For instance, I had no idea Alex bowled. He brought his own ball to one of our gatherings. The things you learn. Hmmm…

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And then there was the walk to the breakwater lighthouse in Rockland. We did that walk more than once – just for the fun of it. It was fun I think.

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Corniche

 

_DSC1158This is the modern area newly renovated for the public along the sea. There are few public spaces. Mostly the sea real estate has private estates. Sculpture and art are there. Across the way is a former king’s palace replete with a staff of a thousand or so and no one to serve. I like the splash of color among the black. It’s a pleasant walk.

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Buddies

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Who they are does not matter as much as the sentiment. I think someone will know them instantly. The image is of deep friendship. Two buddies sharing a moment – not too many moments like these come around. I wish it were not so. And the moment is gone in an instant before you realize it. I just happened to be there this time when the instant was in view.

 


Old School

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This was a goof picture based on the ever popular selfies. I simply used Photoshop. Yes, I readily admit to doing this. We each took a shot and I was able to match the images well enough to clone in two people. The interesting thing is that we really were classmates with desks just like this. So this is not New York but it was West Virginia where I grew up. The desks were in a Shaker Village schoolroom. And somehow I remember them being a lot larger. Yes there were inkwells. But there was no ink by the time I attended.


Group Shot

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A long time ago in a galaxy far away…. This is an archived photo of the Tyler Place group back about ten years ago. I daresay a lot has happened in ten years. Grand kids are running all over. Relationships have changed. Well… lots have happened. I am the one in the outrageous Hawaiian shirt. Everyone else has pastel shades and it is actually kind of staid. Ordinarily I am pretty conservative in my wardrobe choices. This was the last time I wore this shirt. It was never seen again. I was told that my stuff was put away and if I did not look for it within a year, it was disappeared. Gee, I miss that shirt.


Rhinebeck – Again

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This young gal in gingham is a teacher who volunteers and helped organize the airshow. This much I remember. I regret not having spoken to her more. Sometimes you see someone and later wonder why or how their life turned out. It has happened to me on occasion.

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The gingham dress is presumed period costuming. One of the bright ideas was to allow the audience to participate. So there were period costumes available and you got to parade for the rest of the crowd.

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Rhinebeck – Old Time Outfit?

 

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When we were going to Rhinebeck and Charlie was giving helicopter rides, he cooked up the idea that we should also wear something more in the spirit of the place. He got me some suspenders. Yup. I looked pretty period. DSC_0029

He’s a handsome devil. I wore the stuff because he was my ride home. I didn’t want to walk.

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Rhinebeck

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It’s upstate New York and there is a grass airfield where on the weekends there is an airshow of old biplanes. I had the good fortune to befriend Charlie who flew a Bell 47 helicopter. So here we are hovering over the field in preparation to land and see the show. Nice entrance.

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The grass field is just that. It is not paved. To make matters worse, the biplane are all pretty delicate. But in the interest of authenticity it was an unpaved ungraded field. At least the grass was short. But the landings were ever an adventure.

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It’s upstate New York and on the weekends there is an airshow of old biplanes. I had the good fortune to befriend Charlie who flew a Bell 47 helicopter. So here we are hovering over the field in preparation to land and see the show. Nice entrance. Well, truth be told Charlie i hoovering and I am taking the shot because he moved the helicopter into position to be offering rides. I was his assistant. I told the patrons to keep their head low or risk a messy haircut. Everyone did as they were told. Imagine that!


Spoons

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Here is a trick that is easy to learn but maybe hard to do for some people. Historically it was taught to me at a Halloween banquet of our national organization, the Congress of Neurological Surgeons several decades ago. Since the banquet was on Halloween it was themed a costume ball. Henry Bartkowski and I wanted to participate in the theme but had not brought along anything of a costume. So we decided to attend as streakers. We slipped into the men’s room and removed our pants. Then dressed in the rest of our suit and tie, we pulled on our trench coats and attended bare legged. We were stopped at reception but showed our tickets and were admitted. You would have to understand that the more serious members of our organization came in ballroom period costumes from another century. Henry and I must have missed that memo.

On the dais was Roberto Heros and halfway through dinner he stood to make some extemporaneous remarks. “I have attended many of these banquets over the years. It has been my impression that they are entirely too stodgy.” He then promptly hung a spoon off his nose. The crowd applauded – some more enthusiastically than others. You may easily guess who’s side Henry and I were on.

Which brings me to the wedding I shot with my Canon G3. By this time old friends had all been exposed to my affection for humor. And naturally, Alex and Kathy joined in the spirit of the wedding celebration. I believe Alex had been drinking a bit. Kathy’s nose did not have the requisite anatomical configuration to achieve her goal without cheating. Look closely and you can try it at home or at a banquet. It’s your call.107-0731_IMG

 


Pink Suit

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I wanted to throw up in my mask. That would have been unwise. Or if I had a spear gun, which I don’t, to at least put one of us out of misery. What a riot of color! Fortunately the face is above water. I am not sure there is anywhere that this outfit is appropriate to wear. Where are Joan Rivers and the fashion police? Okay enough of this moaning, I am just pointing out that one must never put away the camera until you are completely out of the water. Something may unexpectedly present.


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