The Paddler and the Blowhole
This was taken at a spot called "Spitting Cove".
It's on account of that blowhole you see over to the left. It spits water when the wave hits it just right.
I love names that say what they mean and mean what they say!
From THE WATERS
Oh Captain, My Captain
She was a mountain person.
Always had been.
The strength, the power, the quiet sense of undeniable mastery
So perfectly resonated within her.
©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
From THE MOUNTAINS
The Blond in the MiddleWhen my husband went bass shopping - he visited a dealer with about 50 basses in one large room. You could walk up and down the aisles, trying anything from a brand new one from China to a 50 year old from Romania... and a bunch in between. They each had their own sound, voice and vibe. It was marvelous! The blond in the middle had a $25k price tag. Not cheap, not easy - and who could fault her for that? But my, she was gorrrrrgeous. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Creperie on the Rue de RoquetteThe black and white stripes of the crosswalk reminded me of the cover of the Beatles' Abby Road album. Remember that? Then there was the cobblestones reflecting the lights, the lady on her cell phone, the folks inside getting their crepes. Just one of those moments in time that's here for a second... and then gone. But now... here. You get my drift. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Red Door #72It waited. And watched. People streamed by on the Paris street it called home. Some lost in thought, some late for work. One munching a croissant, another walking a mini dog on her morning constitution. Still it waited. And watched. One of these people would not be a passerby. One would have The Key. Which would fit perfectly. Slipped into the keyhole, it would slide the latch and unlock #72. Only then would the door swing open, just enough to let this one pass. Into a different light, a different sound, a different world. The door creaked in anticipation. Until then, It waited. And watched. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Then and NowI love this photo. Obviously, taken at the Louvre. At night. Reflection on the pyramid thing going on. History and modern. Old and new. I love juxtapositions, don't you? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Arc de Triomphe du CarrouselThis arch - the smallest of three commissioned by Napoleon, was built in 1806 to commemorate his Austrian victories and honor his grand army. Just a little something. But the place itself goes way back. The arch sits on the field between the Louvre Palace and the Tuileries Garden. Back in the 1600's, knights costumed in full regalia performed feats of horsemanship here, accompanied by music and song. Hence this spot's name: The Carrousel. Now when you visit - you'll know a little history. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)