A confession

While I certainly thank all of you who’ve praised my photography, the truth is, it’s not about me. I just happen to spend more and more of my time–with my camera, of course–in the right place. Sunday offers a perfect example of what I’m talking about.

Bobbie’s daughter Lynn from Harwinton, Connecticut spent this weekend with us. She brought along her grandson from Las Vegas, Michael.¬† Here they are at the American Museum of Natural History the day after the event I’m about to report and, of course, illustrate.

Lynn & Michael Turner

We’d gone to the Statue at Mike’s request. His status as Lynn’s grandchild and my great grand child as well as this being a rare visit from his home on an Air Force base in the Nevada desert gave all his requests great weight. So, you see, all this is just another way of saying, it was all because of Mike.

On our way back from Liberty and Ellis Islands, in the transition from the Battery Park dock to the #1 train, Mike spotted a most unusual building, one I’d never noticed before although, as it turns out, it had been at that location for a year:

“Let’s see what it is,” he said in an eight year old voice¬† which utterly belies his noteworthy sharpness and intelligence.

“OK,” say I in a voice dragged almost to a mumble by the heat and humidity and hour spent walking around Miss Liberty. We went.

The Seaglass Carousel!

I went speechless while Mike kept up both ends of our conversation. On automatic, I put my camera against the glass wall/window and randomly clicked the shutter–never looking at the camera screen to see what it was showing. Here are the results:







As much as I’d like to take credit for these snaps, it’s clearly not about “credit.” I’m blessed to live in a world that–without consulting me–constantly provides me with visual beauty and excitement. I can live with that.

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Published in: on August 15, 2016 at 3:18 pm  Comments (6)