Showing posts with label photo story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo story. Show all posts
Monday, November 07, 2016
La Boqueria Market
La Boqueria Market has its origins from year 1200, as an open market, and enclosed today as shown in the photo taken at 1:30 pm.
Today, many pesky tourists and local inhabitants buy and eat the luscious vegetables, sweet (and I mean SWEET) fruits, familiar and strange looking fish that lurk at you and *bocadillos with jamon and queso. (Yum Yum).
And, when you've finished eating paellas at the many cafes that surround the perimeter of the market, at the entrance is a Dunkin Donut shop, to satisfy your craving for sugar.
Truly, it's a great place to see history, taste great food and I ask you to be nice, if you're a visitor. Like I said, many locals inhabit the market and on days when you're there shooting pictures, they can't get to the counters to buy their food and the vendors can't make a living.
*bocadillos --- sandwiches of crusty bread, made with various hams of your choice and cheese with an optional tomato
Sunday, November 29, 2009
What You Won't Find Here!
A good old fashioned Rockaway Beach knish.
Am I dating myself here?
You betcha.
A glorious memory of a reality savored BY ME in the late 60's.
Sieu Thi Story
Am I dating myself here?
You betcha.
A glorious memory of a reality savored BY ME in the late 60's.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
A Profile of Courage
At first she reminded me of the Dr. Seuss character in "The Cat with the Hat".
But then I had a flash of the past.
Back in the day, I wore big, big glasses, comfy loose tops, torn jeans, short skirts etc before those styles became voguish in different eras.
And ... I didn't care what people thought.
I prided myself on non- conformity,
So, it was with a sigh and a smile, I took this photo.
A Profile of Courage
But then I had a flash of the past.
Back in the day, I wore big, big glasses, comfy loose tops, torn jeans, short skirts etc before those styles became voguish in different eras.
And ... I didn't care what people thought.
I prided myself on non- conformity,
So, it was with a sigh and a smile, I took this photo.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Hit and Run Hula Dancers
She's got a flower in her hair, a lei around her neck and an inviting smile.
I don't know her name,
but she's part of a group called the Hit & Run Hula dancers.
I was at the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco when, from a distance, I heard this wonderful, seasonic music that ended and I thought no more.
But what luck for me.
As I turned they walked towards a huge dry fountain,
Assembled,
And, began to dance.
I don't know her name,
Hit & Run Hula dancer
but she's part of a group called the Hit & Run Hula dancers.
I was at the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco when, from a distance, I heard this wonderful, seasonic music that ended and I thought no more.
But what luck for me.
As I turned they walked towards a huge dry fountain,
Assembled,
And, began to dance.
| View barcalunacy's Hit & Run Hula FLCKR photoset. |
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Affectionately His
It was a moment in time, their time, with the hand of tenderness moving slow and rhythmically.
His head bent forward, ever so slowly ... as if he were giving thanks and feeling better.
Nothing left to say, really,
But,
A lot to see.
Affectionately His
His head bent forward, ever so slowly ... as if he were giving thanks and feeling better.
Nothing left to say, really,
But,
A lot to see.
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