Showing posts with label bench. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bench. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
50% off on most stuff you don't need.
I can't believe November is here and for many in the world , fulfilling wish lists and giving presents in this time period will be the norm.
For some of us, the work to match a gift with your loved one, will be strenuous but satisfying.
For many others, the time spent searching and lurking for the CORRECT beanie boo, or Ernie Banks autographed baseball card, will not only be strenuous but a harrowing and unforgiving experience.
But, for heaven's sake, how can I even write about any forthcoming holiday when the United States presidential elections are coming upon the world in less than 7 days!
For those swinging to the left or to the right of political opinion, either candidate will be catastrophic and rather than gift giving an exit to Canada might be on their list.
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Thursday, October 13, 2016
The magic of a setting sun
It's 17:56:44 on a weekday (thank goodness for EXIF data) and I am at plaça Sant Miquel for one thing and one thing only ... the SUN!
The plaça is tucked in the middle of a barrio with trees surrounding its perimeter.
The tree's branches have separated allowing the sun to filter through in that romantic way ... like a man first experiencing the separation of his hair fleeting through his fingers.
The ambiance of the plaça and its light tricks you. For a brief while, you are a professional photographer. Every shot you take is magic.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
How to tell if he's just that into you
When I was 19, a fella named Joe took me to dinner on our first date and like all young girls, I was a nervous wreck.
I dreamed of numerous forks and spoons set on the table and would I know which one to use.
I dreamed of over eating, ordering the most expensive meal, and missing the food in my mouth.
How I wished I could be calm and serene like this couple.
They were soooo into one another.
They were at Plaça Gal-la Placidia, a cute park in the barrio de Gràcia.
They sat there for a long moment quietly talking and seriously looking into each others arm pits and their own., completely oblivious of me or anyone else at the park.
I don't know what kind of relationship they had but to me the moment was beautiful.
Caring, sharing and communicating is how I defined the picture.
We should all be so lucky!
I dreamed of numerous forks and spoons set on the table and would I know which one to use.
I dreamed of over eating, ordering the most expensive meal, and missing the food in my mouth.
How I wished I could be calm and serene like this couple.
They were soooo into one another.
They were at Plaça Gal-la Placidia, a cute park in the barrio de Gràcia.
They sat there for a long moment quietly talking and seriously looking into each others arm pits and their own., completely oblivious of me or anyone else at the park.
I don't know what kind of relationship they had but to me the moment was beautiful.
Caring, sharing and communicating is how I defined the picture.
We should all be so lucky!
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Saturday, January 09, 2010
As Good As I'll Ever Get
Truly, I like everything about this photo.
The way her body fits snugly on the bench curved like the letter 'y'.
Her big greenish bag and clunky but terribly comfortable shoes.
The shadows and light drape her body like a comforting hug.
She reminds most of all of Helen Hunt's scene when Greg Kinnear began drawing again.
Ah, you know ... one of Jack Nicholson's famous movie!
Can you guess?
But, I am curious.
What do you think, overall?
The way her body fits snugly on the bench curved like the letter 'y'.
As Good As I'll Ever Get
Her big greenish bag and clunky but terribly comfortable shoes.
The shadows and light drape her body like a comforting hug.
She reminds most of all of Helen Hunt's scene when Greg Kinnear began drawing again.
Ah, you know ... one of Jack Nicholson's famous movie!
Can you guess?
But, I am curious.
What do you think, overall?
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