Wednesday, June 27, 2012


When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, tis like the morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter, 
You can hear the angels sing...

It's a magical place for sure. I love the awareness of being timely and appropriate...of being in the right place at the right time, taking cues in stride, walking in the way, with much to appreciate and a sure sense to cultivate...

Here are a few more shots from the Emerald Isle...
 Dunguaire Castle


             Road to Killimer Ferry
 Dingle Peninsula

Rock of Cashel
Cliffs of Moher

 Dutch Bikers
 Irish Bikers

 Saint Patrick's Cathedral
 St Mary's Kilkenny
 Sunset on the Atlantic Sea can hear the angels sing

For your smile is a part
of the love in your heart,
and it makes even sunshine
more bright...

in step,
in tune,
heart to heart,
with all blessings 
from above and within,


Tuesday, June 5, 2012


Passing through Paris, Sriyani and I fortunately landed in a sweet hotel only five Metro stations from Roland Garros, home of the classic clay court championships. We spent a couple days roaming the venue and taking in as many matches as possible. It's such a great event for many reasons plus the fact, I love Paris in the springtime...
Wanting to intently watch the matches, I was determined to travel light and didn't plan on shooting much, so I only toted my puny point and shoot pocket camera. Keep in mind that these closeup shots were taken only a few feet away from the action. That's what's so cool about the French Open...totally up close and personal, just the way I like it.
This first shot is Francesca Sciavone, 2010 Women's champion and last year's runner up from Italy. If she hadn't put the brakes on her clay court slide, we were both going down together. Incredibly, Francesca hit this backhand for a crosscourt winner! What a woman!

                                                                            The French makeout anywhere...

The locals celebrate a Frenchman beating American John Isner after nearly six hours on court...
         Suzanne Lenglen...                                                            Long gone after a long day...

My new friends told me if I didn't make the draw next year, I could join their ball picking squad..., I've got that going for me,