Throwback Thursday . . .

Early 80s and living in Stockton, CA I met a woman who worked in the same building as I did. She worked for the Chamber of Commerce and I for a finance manager, who turned out to be a fraud. We hit it off and spent time together, including an afternoon with a Russian Sea Captain aboard his cargo ship docked at the Port of Stockton. I remember there were other crew members around the table and a lot of vodka. My friend was a traveler and was quite taken with the Captain. But I digress.

My partner in crime always sent me postcards from exotic places. I came across the only one I kept and thought I would  attempt to revive it. Discolored, tape marks and a very small print, it was a challenge.

Strange how things work out. Several years ago my longtime friend purchased a second home, just six miles from me. We had continued our friendship by mail, but now get to spend time when together againevenyl camel. I Won’t see her for a few weeks, but I know she will be surprised. I printed out a copy and will give it to her in person rather than emailing it, call me old fashioned but I believe it will be more meaningful, just as is a handwritten letter.
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A little grungy . . . sort of

My screen saver runs through many of my pics and certain ones pop out and stay . . . change me.
Four years ago I was involved in a four day event featuring a Veterans Traveling Wall. Here’s the one that caught my eye as it slipped in for a few seconds and was gone.
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A kneel old building

Another cellular moment

One of my neighbors, a lovely young woman sent me a couple of cell pics to play with. Granted, one was ok, the other not so much. I asked her a few questions, where would she like to go, what are some of her favorite things. She said she wanted to hike above the clouds, walk on a black sand beach and travel Europe. She loves architecture and the Eiffel Tower is a favorite. One problem, she was in a dress and her significant other in a suit, well no hiking.
So, off to Paris to see the Eiffel tower and a side trip to Disneyland Paris.


The other pic she sent was one of her with that old rascal Pluto hanging off her shoulder in a restaurant.

Getting to the top of the tower . . .

Although not a cell, pic I couldn’t help attempting a redo on a very old pic of one of my Facebook friends when he and his wife were just little tykes. They loved it.

Changing Faces . . . or Places

Some photos cry out for help, others are content in their own space. No matter, I make the decisions. For better or sometimes worse. In the case of these two suspects, I thought I might change my mind by cleaning them up – but they still look guilty.

Let's Face it . . .

Let’s Face it . . .

This is a beautiful young woman who was pleased with her ‘glamor shot’, the original was a tiny pic used to identify her in her profile on a local blog. Used 4 different programs, but worth it.
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Peaceful place to wait for a friend.

Peaceful place to wait for a friend.


A day at the lagoon turns woodsy.

Trail resting.

Trail resting.

When I was six weeks old I was taken in by a family of six. At the time, my foster mother was fifty-five years old, had two sons and two adopted daughters. The siblings were all much older than I was. Later in life I found I was never legally adopted. So many secrets about who fathered me, an unwed mother and hush hush all my life. To this day, it’s still a mystery.

The only photo I have of this woman is just a paper copy of her when she was very young, and recently married. She could not have been more loving and kind if I had been her own. When my brother’s wife left him, he came home with two babies just four years younger than I was. Once again, ‘Nana’ as she was called took on more responsibility.

Paper copy

Paper copy


A little color

A little color

Men of the Mission

Last night I had the opportunity to visit Bread of Life Rescue Mission in Oceanside. My husband and I founded this mission a number of years ago. Here are a few of the shots I was able to capture without disturbing anyone. Several of the men had no problem with me capturing their image, some eager to talk and tell me some of their trials.

Face it . . .

A Facebook friend posted a pic she took of a beautiful young girl.  Now I see hundreds of pics on social media and some just jump out at me. They taunt me, tempt me until I succumb to their wiles. They insist that I make a few changes, take their face somewhere they might not imagine. So, with permission from the owner of the pic, I surrendered.

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