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Too Cold For Green

I made this photograph with a screen door between me and this Green Anole on my front door step. If I’d opened the door, poof, gone! And this was another on my belly shot where lens height matters.

The day was wet and unusually cool for late May. Which is why it’s Brown instead of Green. Anoles are not Chameleons but do change color. And yes, step refurbishment is on my long, long to-do list.

Wake County, North Carolina 28 May 2023

Memorial Day

Block B, Aisne-Marne American Cemetery, Belleau, France – 26 Sept 2017

Train from Paris (Gare de l’Est) to Château-Thierry, about an hour. From Château-Thierry, a 15-minute taxi ride.


Kuhio Beach Hula Mound, Waikiki, Honolulu 19 October 2013


Bond Park, Cary, North Carolina 26 March 2011

Stage Fright

“Aspiring Dancers” Studio Performance

Cary Ballet Conservatory, Cary, North Carolina 18 May 2019

Old Friends

“Desegregating Cary” – Oral History Presentation Page Walker Arts History Center

Cary, North Carolina 25 Oct 2011 Photographed for Cary Citizen

Cat’s Eyes

A Benefit for the Downtown Cary Kids Museum – Thursday, June 30, 2011

Photographed for Cary Citizen

Jazz Quartet

Barriskill Theatre Dance School, Durham, North Carolina 22 May 2022

Under The Paris Sun

Photographed from Tour Montparnasse – 28 Sept 2016

Under The Paris Sky

From Tour Montparnasse Paris 28 Sept 2017

Gare Montparnasse

This enclosed 56th floor is the last elevator stop of of Tour Montparnasse.

Climb some stairs to the 59th and your reward is a rooftop 360 view. Eye level with Tour Eiffel

Paris 28 Sept 2017

Sunday Story II

Shop Window, Rue Ferdinand Duval, Paris – 28Sept 2017

Hard right on the street from our vacation apt. bldg, was a Jewish shop. It was Marais, duh! Wish I’d made a photograph of the Scooby-Do Yarmulke advertised but I did make this. My goal on Sunday morning was pastries from the shop pictured below.

Bakery, Rue Ferdinand Duval & Rue des Rosiers, Paris – 28 Sept 2017

Rue Ferdinand Duval ends in a T here, crossed by Rue des Rosier. The buildings on all sides create a canyon. Just to the right of this door way is a marble plaque, one of far too many in Paris.

My poor translation to English is: “In Memory of the Principal, Staff, Teachers and Students of this School who were arrested in 1943 and 1944 by the Vichy Police and The Gestapo and deported and killed in Auschwitz because they were born Jewish.”

It was early and quiet. There was nothing to distinguish that street from 1943 or 1944. I closed my eyes, and opened them thinking, what if… It was the most chilling and frightening moment I’ve ever experienced. And I balanced that with knowing I’d been a Missile Control Supervisor on an American Fleet Ballistic Missile Submarine. Boomers are always ready. Never again.