Martha’s Vineyard. “Birth Of Dawn”

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Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens:

Long before the birth of dawn
Slowly
Emerging from black.

Rising yellows
Surfacing oranges
Bursting blues.

I open my salt rusted door
Creak
Squeak
Old, trashed Jeep
Rusty’s his name.

Sling tackle box in
Sling waders in
Sling cooler in
Nestle fly rod carefully on tattered wool sweaters.

During the birth of dawn
Dew blanket
Smothers all.

Robins chirp
Their morning welcome.

Worms wiggle
Pedals unfold
Color abounds.

Soft yellow light
Pops from windows
Weathered shingled cottages.

Waves of hot coffee waft
Through dense mist.

Me
With solo beach time
With waves
With wet sand
With whipping fly rod

With enjoyment
With tranquility
With purity
With peace

With a nibble
With a bite
With a tug
With a large striped bass

After the birth of dawn
Sun shines
Shadows flow.
Island alive
Folks everywhere.

Forty pound striper
Bled out
Gutted
Fillet.

Grilled feast tonight!
Another day on my special island.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

“Help From On High”

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Mexico
Through Harold’s Lens:

Please start the music first, as you are enjoying the images and words.
You will receive the full sensual experience of this story.

Ave Maria. Schubert Opera:

Atop
Touching our Lord
Draped in cascading folds of gold
The Immaculate Conception.

Nestled below
Silently in prayer
Whispers of peace
Whispers of help
Whispers for our poor.

Draped in flowing folds of white
Sisters of the Immaculate Conception.

Wrinkled old man
Rags of threads
Rags of holes
Shuffles slowly
Cobblestones.

Soft knock
Rugged mesquite door
Rusted hinge creaks
Angelic face
Peers
From within.

Humbled old man
Twisted
Gnarled hands
Paints cross on chest
Head bows.

Aging hands of love
Quietly pass nourishment.

Whispers
Of love
Of comfort

Old old
Our sick
Our poor
Our lonely.

Amen

“Pondering The Loss Of Nelson Mandela”

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Guatemala
Through Harold’s Lens:

Today
Our world lost
Truly great man
True hero of our time.

Let us never forget

One-of-a-kind stature
Wisdom
Grace
South Africa’s
Nelson Mandela.

His final walk to freedom has begun.

“Rowdy Old Bottle Bar”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

The joint’s been quiet for 3 hours.

Exit was an inebriated mass.

Sloshes of beer lay soaked in mops
Old oak tables upturned
Broken chairs stacked in trash cans
Sharp broken glass swept into dust pans
Whift of rancid sweat hung in the corners
The stink of warm booze hung everywhere.

14 large screen tv’s
All black.

Boca Juniors victory in futbol
Only matched by its raucous fans.

As Argentina’s most internationally famous professional team, the team’s fame is matched by its rowdy fans. At La Bombonera stadium these crazy Boca Fans are nicknamed La Doce. The 12th player because of their loud and distracting presence.

The large fan base of these hooligans number 60,000+. There are only 49,000 seats in the famed La Bombonera stadium.

On game day, thousands of energetic La Doce pour into bars. The bars pour back. Chants echo off walls. Drums pound. Flags wave. Packed bars going bananas.

It’s Boca Juniors game day!

“Juniors Win!”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Like a roaring tornado, the passion and excitement rips through Buenos Aires.

From rooftops, windows, doorways, busses, bicycles and bars, town criers abound.

Sweaty and bloody, Boca Juniors, Argentina’s internationally famous professional futbol team, has won another rough game against one of it’s arch rivals, River Plate.

The wild parties are underway!

Argentina: “Italian Tap”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

From only six feet away I hypnotically watched the tan pointed Italian shoe anxiously move up and down. The seated young man’s movements were putting me into a trance. A weird mental state. From his outdoor cafe chair, he scanned the woman’s store fronts of fashion around him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Was he on drugs?

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Was he waiting for a drop?

Tap. Tap. Tap.
What was up?
Scan the store fronts again.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Look up.
Look down.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
A lanky red head, in a red mini at upper thigh hovering on top of 6” spikes, walked up to him carrying four shopping bags. He stood. They held hands. Walked away. Interesting to watch a man while his gal is shopping for women’s clothes.

“Pizazz!”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Feel the energy!

Sense the style!
Grasp the colors!

Sway to the rhythms!

Ahead of you
Behind you
Under you
Over you

Magical Buenos Aires.

“Bedtime Prayer”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.