“God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there’s no turning back.” Gloria Steinem
Writing Challenge: The Lady In Blue…
I like to take long walks on the aqueduct and sometimes by the Hudson River. Usually, I take my camera and take random shots of birds, flora, the river, pebbles and even the Tappan Zee bridge. Last week, I drove to the water front, parked my car, grabbed my camera and headed for the quiet pathway.
Writing Challenge: The Lady In Blue…
About thirty minutes later or so, a huge white stretch limo pulled up and out hopped five young men in black pants,waistcoats and electric blue shirts. I assumed they were headed for the condo building by the river and turned back to my task. But then, I heard applause… Turning back, my gaze registered a beautiful young woman, petite, jet black hair, confident carriage and a coy smile… dressed in an elegant blue ballgown with a white fur shrug/bolero jacket draped over her shoulders. The young men circled her, cackling, flirting and teasing her. She was game and flirted back. There was an electricity in the air; the quiet mood of the pathway suddenly elevated by this party of eight.
“It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.” John Wooden
Writing Challenge: The Lady In Blue…
The Lady in Blue, very much a modern day Princess Blue, picked up the bottom of her long full gown, flicked her head back in that defiant way only actresses and models seem able to do well, paused for a moment and then with her five handsome escorts and two photographers in tow, headed for the river for a photo shoot. I watched them closely as they posed, strutted and twirled, moving from one end of the pathway, facing the Tappan Zee Bridge, to the other end, facing the lighthouse.
Writing Challenge: The Lady In Blue…
The photographers took turns instructing their young charges on the next pose; one minute it was the sophisticated princess look, the next the playful Lolita with a few gangsta gestures tossed into the mix… Something drew me in and it didn’t take long before, I too, like one or two other gawkers on the trail, followed the group from spot to spot, camera ready, taking shots like a stalking paparazzi; pretending to be a fashion photog for ___ Soon, I was channeling my inner Annie Leibovitz, albeit without the sophisticated equipment, and lighting staff to boot. More below!
