Sunday, January 28, 2007


"There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid. One day she went upstairs, When her parents, unawares, In the kitchen were occupied with meals, And she stood upon her head In her little trundle-bed, And then began hooraying with her heels. Her mother heard the noise, And she thought it was the boys Playing at a combat in the attic; But when she climbed the stair, And found Jemima there, She took and she did spank her most emphatic." .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow :0) Love the expression on her face! While I was furtively trying to capture her playing in sand alone, all by herself .....she turned, caught moi with my camera and immediately gave this look of bashful guilt....Bless her, li'l girl !!! :) PS : Click on the pic to be able to see it better

Monday, January 22, 2007

..An evening reverie

Went on a long drive a few evenings back.....did not intend to capture anything in particular.....came back with these, shot in the twilight...... "......parting day Dies like a dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is grey." ......Byron

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

The song for a windmill.............

Am back!!!! In Florida after a whirlwind of vacations.....married to the man I've loved and cared for more than half a decade now :) And back on the blogscene with this Quixotic li'l piece (remember "tilting at windmills", anyone????) from the pristine northernmost part of the Netherlands..........One of the most romantic part of our stay in the charming Groningen province (and city) was the sight of windmills almost singing with the breeze!!! Sigh!!!! "Up with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide Through all the voiceful countryside. Through all the land her tale she tells; She spins, she tosses, she compels The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails And all the trees in all the dales......................" (RL Stevenson) We cud not make it to the ever-popular Kinderdijk to witness the beauty of a score of windmills in action and this one is no Moulin Rouge (Red Windmill) was fascinating a place, nevertheless. The landscape refuses to fade from the memories I will cherish all my life.....the rivulets, the dykes, the sea, the canals, picturesque villages, the pastures .................................... Our li'l "Dutch treat" :) Wud have loved to shoot this at sunset too.....but Sunshine was a rarity in the parts we were staying at this time of the year. On a tangent, can you spot the two ppl framed with the windmill in the shot???? They seem dwarfed by the mill, don't they ..the pic's here for the two of them....:)....they are two of my fav ppl or as i call them Los Muchachos :)