That's right. I have another Broadway show tune to inspire this next blog. The song is "My Husband" from the musical NINE. A plaintive song about the loss of a husband to art, but in my case I am associating more with the husband and the passion of creation.
Some men read books, Some shine their shoes,
Some retire early when they've seen the evening news.
My husband only rarely comes to bed.
My husband makes Pictures instead
I've substituted pictures for the word movies, as that is where my creative passion is...in photography. The original reason for this blog was to share what I see through my lens with you. Is this reality? I don't think so. I'm sharing my illusion of how I'm living life at the moment.
This is my office. I bought the post card showing Jeune Fille aux gants, 1929 (Young Girl with Gloves by Tamara de Lempicka) at the Musee-Beaux-Arts which is a 5-minute walk from where I am staying. It is a delightful museum, which is probably missed by many tourists to Nice.
The musee (museum) is housed in this late 19th-century villa.
And it is where I took the picture of the veiled lady in my first blog and the following two sculptures as well.
I particularly like the jeune fille (young girl) above as she was hidden behind a staircase where none would find her easily. There is such an easy charm that the sculptor captured. However, I shouldn't spend all my time photographing statues so i have tried hard to lose my inhibitions and capture live subjects that I feel had the same easy charm.
Enough though with my young subjects...
Let me show you more of where I am.
When I walk out of my front door and turn droite (right) at the corner, this is what I see.
That's right...the sea is literally around the corner. One short walk and this is my view...
Ooops!I'm sorry. She just walked right in front of me. This is my real view.
Even though it is late October, the weather is still beautiful and warm during the day. Nice and cool in the evening.
Since this blog is about sharing photos, here are a few more of my other favorite shots. Many are inspired by other song lyrics. Like this first one, I call Old Friends. Remember Simon and Garfunkel? But. my real joy in this picture is the foliage. Tres jolie (very beautiful). I hope you enjoy. Perhaps as you view you too will hear the music.
The following is particularly interesting to me. The picture is of two buildings. A classic beaux arts apartment building which is in front of the Four Points Sheraton Hotel which has two imposing nudes on either side of it's buidling. I think the juxtaposition is rather cool!
And finally a new shot of moi (me).
Peter and I were sitting in a cafe when two young ladies said they were cold. The waitress quickly disappeared into the building and re-emerged with two pashimas and wrapped each lady accordingly.
Being a smart-alec New Yorker, I advised the waitress that J'ai froid, aussi (I am cold, too) and was immediately swathed in an orange pashima which I had to wear until l'addition (the check) was delivered.
I don't look bothered, do I?
Bonne Nuit mes amis!
