Cuba
Through Harold’s Lens:
Lazy afternoon
Warm
Humid.
Wandered
Outdoor market
Havana.
Talent
Everywhere.
Raw!
Undiscovered!
Artist
Focused
Lost in her world.
Creativity
Flowing
Brush
Paint.
Soft hello
Warm smile
Slow wink.
Friends
Delicious moment.
Jordan
Through Harold’s Lens:
“Oh my God!”
“Oh my God!”
“Oh my God”
The teen girl screams.
Could it be?
Hands tremble
Fingers twitch
Heart pounds.
Knees knock
Pores sweat
Eyes beetle.
Love his movies
Saw every one
Five times.
Lawrence of Arabia
Doctor Zhivago
Funny Girl.
Academy Award
Golden Globe
Best Actor.
“Oh my God!”
Sees me.
“Oh my God!”
Smiles at me.
“Oh my God!”
Winks at me.
“Oh my God!”
Walks to me.
Pen?
Paper?
Oh no!
Not in purse.
iPhone
Quick
Quiver
Shiver.
“Ca-ca-ca-can
I ha-ha-ha-have
Pic-pic-pic-picture
With you?”
His hands
Caress
My shoulder.
Never wash my sweater.
“Oh my God!”
Into my eyes
Into his eyes
Smiles.
Click. Click. Click.
Facebook
Instagram
Twitter
Tweet.
Omar Sharif
Dream
Wilt
Melt.
“Oh my God!”
Sweden
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.
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
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.”
Russia
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.
Below the frigid, icy Arctic
Six hundred miles.
Warm golden summer evening unfolding
Prancing hooves
Weaving through one thousand acres
Manicured gardens
Flowers in full bloom
Colorful, gay.
Stallions pulling proudly
Glimmering black Royal Coach
Top hat driver snapping leather reins.
Grand entrance
Royal Palace
One thousand feet long
Lavish
Flamboyant
Russian Baroque
Catherine Palace
Empress Catherine II
Catherine the Great.
Handsome Prince
Pink-laced Princess.
Hooves halt
Kissing her soft, snow-white hand
Escorting Swan off Royal Coach.
Moving musical score
Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake Ballet.
Prince lifts Princess
Into deep blue sky
Grace
Precision
Classical Russian Ballet evolving
Expressive
Flowing
Body patterns revealing deep romance.
Pure of heart
Love pledged
White Knight.
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 .
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.
Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:
Perky!
Perky!
Perky!
Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:
Sassy!
Sassy!
Sassy!
Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:
Passion!
Passion!
Passion!
Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:
Desire!
Desire!
Desire!
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.
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.
