Thanksgiving Photo by Anjali -- IV

11/26/2014

I was walking to the post office this week when the crossing guard showed me her cellphone.
It showed a "Hi, Gram" text message.
"Where does she live?" I asked.
Upstate, she said. She was beaming.
"It makes you feel good," she said, turning her attention to the drivers barely in control of their vehicles and their impulses.
We oldsters often talk about the new breed who start flicking their thumbs in social situations, when families used to sit around and talk.
But the phones have their moments, particularly at holidays.
One of our grand-daughters now lives a mile away; she texts us all the time, sometimes with her latest photograph.
Anjali often sees things nobody else sees -- utility wires, somehow blue, outside her house, on a day of slush.
Happy Thanksgiving.

On the cusp between wet and frozen. Photo by Anjali

Alan Rubin link

11/27/2014 07:25:12 am

George

Keep Anjali’s photos coming! She has a special gift to see the unusual.

My 15 year Brooklyn granddaughter just placed first and third in the BMCC camera club, which she joined three years ago as a family member. I did not even come close.

The theme was railroads/train stations. We took pictures at the elevated Smith and Ninth F & G station for a few hours.

Anjali’s images would also place high in the BMCC (Berkshire Museum Camera Club) contests.

Thor A. Larsen

11/28/2014 05:14:35 am

George,
As I had noted before, Anjali is gifted in recognizing beauty in nature. Perhaps some of her artistic DNA comes from her grandmother. Anyhow, I love viewing her imaginative photos!

George Vecsey

11/29/2014 01:33:24 am

Thanks to you both. She just sees it.
Hope you had a good Thanksgiving.
George

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Thanksgiving Photo by Anjali -- IV

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