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.
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
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.
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