Aurevoir, adieu! Last post for now.

Here is a collage of the pictures "most favorited" and looked and "most interesting" on the photographers site, named Flickr.

Montmartre "Maison Rose" not so far from where I once lived.
Plain but very different tomatoes: interesting by their differences in form and color and tastes
Butte Montmartre in fog, which is not often: many went to see those stairs
An unhappy fish in Athens fish market, still protesting after no more alive
Stop! for children to pass: why was this one taken fast from car so many times favorited?
Two instances of tiny flowers that become clearer as I went nearer, the background fading
My selfie that made me "famous" when I got the best autoportrait of 2005 with it, bad hair day
An affiche of young woman and an older one in almost same position snapped candid in France
Other small flowers almost in macro seen from "profile"

and another collection, perhaps the one most commented on.

Artist shops near Saint Martin canal
Repairing a car in Bucarest centre street
Kissing near the bridge, couple of birds
In the caffee in Paris, simple but speaking picture
A fallen leave on steps in London centre
A man candid, with sad eyes near market in Paris
Two kids with same missing teeth cute at 7 (not at 77)
A corridor I was so afraid to pass, but camera helped me.

Some of them already published others not. Each is a moment in my life, and each one by one can be seen on Flickr and in a special album too.

I will with those stop my photo blog for now.

Experimenting, while sitting in a busy street

I was sitting across Gare Saint Lazare, before a coffee shop, drinking my expresso, and waiting for someone I had to meet. The street was busy all around people walking but I wanted to take out the background noise.

Experimenting with my camera, I tried "point click" : it worked. All around faded. I am still stunned how well it worked and how much a camera different features can change the results.

I still have it and love it!

I met in Greenwich park a lady, older then me, who was originally from Hungary and we begun to see each other and speak in our mother language. 

In 2004, we decided to go together to Tunisia, and found a bread and breakfast motel, a tour to some places in Tunisia was in the package we took. She was tiny and slim, I am the one with the nightgown. 

I had a huge surprise the first morning, to see my nightgown thus arranged as I come back from the beach and the market they took us later. 

I did remember this picture, when I have seen a presentation where the Vision wanted was to get rid of all her things there were old. I still use this to sleep often! Why should I get rid of it?

There is always something to discover, remember

I went to the town museum and found the door closed. Not very happy, I come out from the entrance and my eyes fall on this opened chestnut lying on the floor.

It did bring me back instantly to my childhood park then to the terrace of the house we lived. I played  a lot with those beautiful chestnuts and made a lot of things with them, forgetting I was alone.

In fact, no more alone: I was with the chestnuts ! And a knife my father offered me. The acacia tree across the terrace enchanted me with its perfume and the small river behind the tree quietly accompanied with its music.

"Will I go sometime as far as the water in the river goes?"

I arrived a lot farther, with time.

But going back, even if only in my mind's eye,  is always a good memory.

Dance class two pals come out in the pause

Many years has passed. I am happy for this memory. What a wonderful one! The small blond was my grand daughter now 19 years old.

Walk along the Thames river

That afternoon, it was only 4:30 but the sun set down early in December. I decided to walk along the Thames and see the buildings across and the illumination.

Finally, it is this picture I like the most, caught in the moment.

I arrived tired, to the next exit, took a bus home, but very happy I walked the walk. So many things London can offer if we take the pain to go, to look, to enjoy.

Back to Bucarest after many years

Going back to Bucarest, after many years, here is what I observed on a street corner.

There are young women with bluejeans, looking as if they could be in London, Paris or Washington. That was new and I was surprised. Also, still alas very poor women, selling flowers in the corner here. Captured both of them "candid" without them suspecting it.

The contradiction is what I wanted to portray here, as well as the true street life.