Flowers in captivity
Blossoms behind bars(This one looks nicer if you double-click, or even triple-click, on it.)
Framed and confined(I thought the taxi door framed the shot nicely. )
Shira's Shots, April 7, 2010
Also in captivity:
A captive audience
A friend from my current favorite egalitarian Conservative synagogue in Manhattan is currently using a walker indoors, and a newly-acquired (yay!) scooter outdoors, to enhance her mobility, which is severely limited by a serious chronic health condition. Very recently, a new person with, to put it gently, limited social skills has begun attending the same synagogue and has become practically glued to her side. Since my buddy quite literally can't walk away from this individual, she's declared her "my friend," and is dealing with the awkward situation with her usual positive attitude and good cheer, with only a little complaining when out of earshot of her new "appendage."
A captive to outdated roles
Recently, I heard a story of a woman some years older than I waxing nostalgic about a former boss. Her boss had once called her at home in the evening to ask her for someone's name and phone number, and had then asked her to dial that person for him. They'd both gotten a gotten laugh when she'd pointed out that he'd called her at home, and therefore, she couldn't place the call for him. Personally, I couldn't understand what on earth she found so amusing about that story. If my boss ever called me at home in the evening for any reason other than an emergency, I'd be livid, and I'd give him/her a (polite) piece of my mind.
A captive audience
A friend from my current favorite egalitarian Conservative synagogue in Manhattan is currently using a walker indoors, and a newly-acquired (yay!) scooter outdoors, to enhance her mobility, which is severely limited by a serious chronic health condition. Very recently, a new person with, to put it gently, limited social skills has begun attending the same synagogue and has become practically glued to her side. Since my buddy quite literally can't walk away from this individual, she's declared her "my friend," and is dealing with the awkward situation with her usual positive attitude and good cheer, with only a little complaining when out of earshot of her new "appendage."
A captive to outdated roles
Recently, I heard a story of a woman some years older than I waxing nostalgic about a former boss. Her boss had once called her at home in the evening to ask her for someone's name and phone number, and had then asked her to dial that person for him. They'd both gotten a gotten laugh when she'd pointed out that he'd called her at home, and therefore, she couldn't place the call for him. Personally, I couldn't understand what on earth she found so amusing about that story. If my boss ever called me at home in the evening for any reason other than an emergency, I'd be livid, and I'd give him/her a (polite) piece of my mind.
posted by Shira Salamone at 10:15 AM
6 Comments:
I love the flowers behind bars shot, absolute breathtaking. The use of the cab for framing is nice, I like it, but the flower-bars might be the best picture you've put on your blog.
Wow, thanks, Al!
You might like the shot in my An eye for detail, too, and a few others to which I linked in that post.
Shira, I've often liked your photos, though never had a comment from them. Something about imprisoned beauty, with the perfect line of flowers either behind bars, or protected by bars, is just such an amazing shot!
Consider entering that in a local photo competition, it's remarkable!
Miami Al, thanks again!
Our son said that I should have cut the top of the fence from the shot, so that the bars would really look like prison bars. But I *like* the fence top--it's nicely crafted. They don't make 'em like that anymore. Maybe I should have called the shot "Flowers, fenced in." Oh, well, there's no pleasing one's kid(s). :)
Shira, you can always fix it in post production... :)
Fix what, the shot or the kid? :)
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