Julie (75) by Rosemary (60)

It was a great pleasure to walk at the Eastern Market and the Fish Market with Rosemary - this is one of our "product" - in fact, I am only the subject in it, Rosemary took it, and she succeeded to make me look in it not so bad for my 75 years.

So long time I said to myself "soon the 75 will come" that I am still surprised that it did arrive, and pass.

And no, I do not look with any pleasure to arrive to the 80 now, unless the pleasure to arrive until there, and then, like now someways, have some young tell me "oh, if ever I arrive there!" as it would be enough for him!

I did succeed also to take one good photo of Rosemary but it was not the one near the flowers, because yes, a photo is a cooperation and you have to look relaxed at least natural on it. Or perhaps, I did not took enough time. But once I did succeed to surprise her.

This one, done with the Canon portrait mode, but the background because of that is not really visible.

Great memories!

What a face!

He came to buy some fish food, at the fish market near the Harbor, on the Potomac, not so far trom the White House.

What a face!

They were also, as road workers, dressed very bright, but I mostly was in awe of his face.

At least 30 times yesterday, I told myself 'what a face!' and they told me 'Thanks' that I have taken their photo too.

One or two even asked me 'and me?' of course, I did not disappoint them.


Here is a small sample of what I found. The fish market was like a Treasure Chest for me.

Deer in the city

Not so far from the White House, near Washington DC and in the middle of a suburban city, a deer came to visit us yesterday morning.

First, she stayed in the entrance of the garden: the children had left the door open toward one of our neighbor's. Click, a few photos taken by my camera and hand without my head - it was too much contrast in the sun of the morning falling on part of the deer.

A last one, taken fast when she was coming in, nearer - then as my daughter opened the door of the house to let me take images without separation, the deer afraid run through the garden and through the street to the other house, across.

A short but memorable visit - and a lot to dream about for me.

Do you like Homework?

No,I do not really enjoy it when it is imposed. But I usually do it, and then go beyond.

I love research. Discovering new things! Digging deeper, looking here and there, finding snippets of gold as if by chance.

I have to give a speach were I use Research from different sources next for my Toastmasters meeting end August, or mid August. Research filling the gaps - the homework said.

About what?

I finally decided, it will be about my last passion, Public Speaking.

I have done lately a lot of digging here and there, Ted.com on the Web, The Speaker on BBC2, Speach contests where I listened, books that I read or am reading.

Some books compare Public speaking to Romancing (the Room) the Audience, in fact one by one. Others, compare it to Method Acting and give advice from there. Some advice to never learn by root or write down, others to read it word by word, and give methods to do it well.

All say of course: Know your audience!

So easy said, not easily done. For example, I have no idea who does read this blog...

Magnifique spectacle

The Green Crocodile, in Bethesda, Maryland.

Great decors, great actors, lots of fun. And also some things to learn: different does not mean bad. A compliment can go far. Etc.

I admired all the actors, from a 8 year old who memorized a lot of text and played well to the oldest who begun to tell the tale.

Songs, dance, lots of good momevents, I was in awe of their ability.

We all had a good time, from the tiniest spectator to the oldest grand-pa or grand-ma.

Magnifique spectacle

The Green Crocodile, in Bethesda, Maryland.

Great decors, great actors, lots of fun. And also some things to learn: different does not mean bad. A compliment can go far. Etc.

I admired all the actors, from a 8 year old who memorized a lot of text and played well to the oldest who begun to tell the tale.

Songs, dance, lots of good momevents, I was in awe of their ability.

We all had a good time, from the tiniest spectator to the oldest grand-pa or grand-ma.

Each our ways

Some use them to remember the Saturday is comming, others to remember people who are no more there - or even times when there was no other lights.

How many did write or draw under candle light!

There are many people missing from my life, but I do not usually remember them Friday or all together. And from all of them, I still remember and miss the more the one that I survived with now 65 years, my cousin killed by SS.

We did go to school together for three years, sit one to other in the same bench and played each day. Quarelled often but made up as soon too. I miss her now but I remember even stronger how much I did miss her when I was 11 to 14 years old, because I still wanted to believe then she will come back, that somehow she, even if she was not yet ten years old, escaped.

I did not tell that tale to my grand children, also I begun to tell them some more sunny war tales.

My year and escapes come back to my memory, now I have to ordain them into a story. I did live to tell the tale.