“Fly Fishing In The Mountains”

United States
Through Harold’s Lens:

Playboy!
Loaded fly rod in hand
Wandered
Hills
Valleys
Mountains.

Eight-weight
Teasing trout
Dangling bait
Chasing tail
Morning, noon and night.

Moist creeks
Wandering streams
Soft shorelines
Full backing of
Mankind.

Banks of breeding bunnies
Tools in hand
Digging
For libido of man.

Pick-up
Lay down
Set the hook
Strip the line
Unload the rod.

Guiding N.O.W.
Steinem, Friedan, Fonda
No catch
Dry fly.

Playboy Mansion dam
Runoff
Steelhead, Hog Sucker, Southern Playfish
Bridle Shiner, Cutthroat, Killifish
Sleeper, Snook, Chiselmouth
Even Logperch and Paddlefish.

Ego on top of many mountains?
Many egos wearing mountains?

A little boy with grown up toys?
Little toys with a grown up boy?

Riding rockets to the moon.

Aging fisherman
Hatched
From warm waters
April nine
Nineteen twenty six.

Eighty-eight year journey
Eternal climb up mountains of lust
Traversing curving trails
Back to warm home.

Happy Birthday Hugh!

Sweden. “Shaken! Not Stirred”

Sweden
Through Harold’s Lens:

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She marched into my face
Beautiful
Glamorous
Sophisticated
Assertive.

Was I Bond?
James Bond!
007!
Vulnerable?
A tryst?

Scared the hell out of Mr. SLR Nikon
Bond bold
Secure
Sexy.

Bond sex partner?
Bond ally?
Bond enemy?
Bond eye candy?

A strategy!
Q. A new gadget!
Where’s my Aston Martin D85?
I’m Sean, Roger, Timothy, Pierce,
and Daniel.

I’m in A View to a Kill
For Your Eyes Only
A true GoldenEye
A Diamond Forever
Live and Let Die
Nobody Does It Better.

“OK Harold”, says Rita
“Back to reality.”

Fun!
You Only Live Twice.

 

Netherlands.”Hardware For Hookers”

Netherlands
Through Harold Lens:

Red Light District
We strolled.
My trusty sidekick
Mr. SLR Nikon & I.

@$#&%* camera out of here!!!
Came cat calls

Highway of hookers
Brothels & sex shops
Same word used for invitation and exit
Sir Winston’s V means something else here.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

Mr. SLR Nikon hid behind my hip.

Silicone valleys slipped behind symbolic poles
Flabby, white, pasty thighs peeled off old paint cracked windows
Big, bosoms bounced down basement steps
Red silk minis slipped into “quick service” entrances.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

Stilettos clicked quicker on concrete
Black silks wrapped over hipbones
Tongues licked glossy red lips inviting desire
Erotic flirt.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

“Time to Hook em”
said Mr. SLR
“Peep show’s over
Working girls’ got to work.”

 

Poet Inspired By Spicy Tango Photographs

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:



Through Harold’s Lens is moved to discover that our photographic series, Sensuality of the Tango, provided deep inspiration to a poet from India, Jensy George, to create Lady in Red, a passionate 3-part poem of love, dance and revenge.

Going by the rapier blog handle, The Girl with the Scorpion Tattoo, the Sensuality of the Tango helped give Jensy the vision to unleash a powerful portfolio of words beautifully woven into a deep carpet of emotion, romance and intrigue. The Devil, fangs, red stilettos, seduction… it’s all there.

“An erupting Mt. Vesuvius of the heart and loins. I perspired as I read Lady in Red, said photographer Harold Green. “Her twist at the end was brilliant”.

“As a photographer, one of of my goals is to try to emotionally engage a viewer with my images”, said Harold. “When that happens, bells sound in my heart. A switch is flipped. An electrical connection is made. A person’s heart, mind or soul has been touched”.

Through Harold’s Lens also thanks everyone whose hearts were stirred, panting with passion, from the multi-photo series, Sensuality of the Tango .

“I Had To Change”

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Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

As Eva says, “It won’t be easy”.

Our dance through this Latin culture has come to an end.

But, discovery of more of our vast, rich world continues.

I hope you have enjoyed our jaunt into the fun, quirky, magical South American city of Buenos Aires.

Dancing shoes… high heel sneakers… splashes of color… deep passion… cold beer… dancing the tango.

We met many characters in a play called “Life”.

You experienced and met up close and personal:

Wild artists.… Sexy scents of women.… Hot Latin men with hip-hugging tango passions… Lush women who embrace.… Walls that talk.… Mad wives. … Slinky models molded with curves.… Hustling salesmen.… Freezing old Gauchos.… Wives that give permission.… Testosterone laden polo players.… Beautiful strolling women.… Nudes wrapped in the woods.… Personal notes to men. … Rowdy raucous football fans.… Terrors in the night.… Stunning women who go incognito.… Dramatic deaths on the big stage.… A talking Nikon camera.… Love and passion on the tango dance floor.

Did you join Through Harold’s Lens’ caravan in mid journey?

See what you missed. Fun. A bit lusty. Perky. Wild. Weird.

Through Harold’s Lens is packing his gear bag.

Time for another country. Another culture.

Thank you for all of your “Likes”, your “Comments”, our tete-a-tete and your enjoyment of what I am trying to do.

“I love you, and hope you love me”

“#6 Sensuality Of The Tango ”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

Let go
Be one with your partner
Let blazing flames rise slowly
As you dance tightly embraced
With the one you love.

“#5 Sensuality Of The Tango”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

Perky!
Perky!
Perky!

“#4 Sensuality Of The Tango”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

Sassy!
Sassy!
Sassy!

“#3 Sensuality Of The Tango”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

Passion!
Passion!
Passion!

“#2 Sensuality Of The Tango”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

Desire!
Desire!
Desire!

Argentina: “Sensuality Of The Tango-1”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

“Oh Harold, stop pushing”, my Nikon D300s camera squealed.

Click. Click. Click.

“Your soft hand is gripping me so hard”, my 70-200mm telephoto lens soothed.

Click. Click. Click.

“Are you taking secret photographs of me”, my LCD screen hollered.

Click. Click. Click.

“I’m really pissed. I get no action” screamed my Nikon D80 camera from inside my gear bag.

Click. Click. Click.

“Oh
Harold!
Harold!
Harold.
That feels so, so good”, purred my Gitzo GT 2540 tripod as the smooth, oiled legs extended.

Click. Click. Click.

“Tight fit, my man”, growled my 4GB Compact Flash Card.

Click. Click. Click.

“Please release me forever”, my Really Right Stuff Ballhead swooned.

Click. Click. Click.

“Faster. Faster. Faster”, my frames per second howled.

Minds wander deeply
Bury into the soul.

Watching the explosive sensuality of the tango.

“One Shade Of Grey”

Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

You don’t know her.

I do!

Sophie.

Relaxed
Sophie casually waited to dance
Tango music moving her spirit
Swaying to the sounds of the rhythm.

Sophie loves to dance
By herself
With a man
With a woman.
Waiting to be asked.

But not for the reason the other women were waiting.

Other women wanted a fantasy.

They wanted young
Stud
Latin
Chiseled face
Piercing eyes
Hot-blood.

Shirt buttons open to six pack abs
Matted intertwined black curls to the navel
Her braless breast pressed against his chest
His pants skin tight
Firm thigh surging between her hot, quivering legs
Moist
Ecstasy slowly slithering its way up against her warm, twitching belly.

Sophie just wanted to feel her inner passion.

The freedom of dancing.

The flowing.

Sophie could dance to the news.

You feel inner passion.

The keyboard of your desk
Your fingers rhythmically listening
A musical favorite.

The freedom of letting go
The spirt rising
The release.

Doing what you love
Doing what you really feel.

Deep down inside.

Your inner core talking.

Your inner passion.

“Dressing Down”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

My head spun a Charlie McCarthy 360!

Gorgeous face. My Nikon searched for my left eye.

Click. Click. Click.

She whisked by me dressed down in old Bohemian fabrics.

Click. Click. Click.

Her moving red lips said “Thank you”.

I could not resist. “You are so beautiful you should be a model in the Buenos Aires Fashion Week”.

“I am one of the Fashion Week models”, she whispered.

With curiosity I asked “Why are you dressed so casually, so Bohemian?” “I’m trying to be incognito in Buenos Aires. These Latin men are, let’s just say, a bit assertive”. At the fashion shows in Paris, New York and Milan, the men give us some distance”.

A new experience for me. Wrapping your body in fabrics is an art onto itself. Wrapping yourself to decrease attention? It didn’t work with me! My Nikon captured her.

“Sexy Wrap”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Blackness enveloped our private cabin deep in the Argentina woods.

Soft pine branches brushed the roof. Candles flickered their specs of light off a crushed leather sofa. Pine logs crackled in the fireplace.

The soft, soothing sounds of Love Me Tender. The King!

I sat on the warm animal skin rug in front of the glow. A bottle of red. Uncorked. Two crystal wine glasses. Where were you?

Slowly, from the darkened doorway, your long tanned legs first appeared. Barefoot. Slinking, you walked towards me. Arms surrounding a tan, deeply furred wrap across your bare upper body. Yellow necklace tucked into cleavage.

Slowly you sat down besides me.

Fade to black.

“Snappy You”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

I know you well, beautiful.

You dream of strolling through the sumptuous markets of fabrics and fashion.

Down the exotic avenues of boutiques filled with fibers to snuggle, wear and wrap around your body.

Floating in a world of exotic fibers of the most varied origin.

Delicious Latin men turn their heads.

The sexy Tango on the corner summons your presence.

Buenos Aires beckons you.

Selected as the main photograph by poet Felicity Ann Mcinnes in her sensuous poetry series “The Lusts of Man”.

Argentina: “By Request”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Strolling the sidewalk, my wife Rita said, “Harold, look at the pretty woman”.

A few wives do that you know.

Rapidly swinging my lens 180 degrees, I fired off a slew of images. Click, click, click, click, click.

Damn, what a face!

I asked Pretty Woman if it was ok that I took photographs of her. Told her I would not sell them.

She purred “sure”.

“OK Harold, time to go”, Rita said.

Being a travel photographer is tough.

“What’s Your Name?”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

“What’s your name”, she said.

I turned,
“Harold”.

Smiling,
“I see you are a photographer”.

I warmly replied “Yes, I enjoy life with my camera”.

Slinking a slow snaky turn she whispered
“I am a model.
Would you like to take my photograph?”.

“Thank you.
You are beautiful
I would love to”
I beamed.

Move.
Click. Click. Click.

Move.
Click. Click. Click.

Move.
Click. Click. Click.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”, the man yelled. I have a photo shoot going here and I am paying her by the hour.

She winked. I winked and walked away.

What’s a travel photographer to do?

“Abrazo”

ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Sweeping through barrios
Under overhanging trees
Down smoothly paved roads.

A casual stroller is met with variety
Beautiful moving murals
Depicting the colorful culture

Magical South American city

Buenos Aires.

* Abrazo. A Latin American embrace.