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

Women at the Mission

A few shots from yesterday . . .  these women were just a few in the crowds of people lined up at the mission. They waited several hours for produce and bakery goods. Seniors, young women and a few in wheel chairs. More to come.

Men of the Mission – part deux

A few changes in color . . .

Men of the Mission

Men of the Mission

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.

A few shots of the day

The lagoon is a favorite place to walk our dog  . . . just a few pics from there and a few on the way home.


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Then there was the FedEx truck coming off the freeway – way too close. Some curvy stuff to make you dizzy.
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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.

Original  . . .ORIGINALpic