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Maiden Mild. European Tour.

June 12, 2013 By in Gdansk, POLAND Tags: , , , , , , , , , , 20 Comments

2009__Oceania_Sacandinavian_Splendors_Cruise-2061POLAND. Gdansk through Harold’s Lens:

A chill went up my spine with the spiritual uplifting notes.
My muffled Mephistos stilled.
My eyes teared with more inspiring notes.

A cello of passion was whispering.
Riveting. Intense. A timeless aria.

I turned.
Across the lonely road.
In the shade.
Under the large, leafy oak.

The brazilwood bow brushed slowly across the strings.
Snow-white feather fingers glided slowly along the neck.

Eyes caressed her cheeks.
From her heart. Her soul.
Dreaming. Calm. Peaceful.
Her lithe body swaying with the music.

With tears flowing, Nikon rose to my eye.
Fog through the rivulets.
Push. click. Push click. Push click.

The greatest hymn ever written.
Comfort. Silence.
Eyes glided open.

I whispered “thank you”, in English.
She whispered “thank you” in Polish.

May you find an expression of love, calm and spiritual dimension listening to the music from my morning.

Poet Inspired By Spicy Tango Photographs On Through Harold’s Lens

May 30, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires, HONORS Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 21 Comments

world_dance-149Through Harold’s Lens is emotionally moved to discover that the recent photographic series, Sensuality of the Tango, has provided deep inspiration to a poet from India, Jensy George, to create Lady in Red, a passionate 3-part poem of love, dance and revenge.

Going by the rapier blog handle, The Girl with the Scorpion Tattoo, the Sensuality of the Tango helped give Jensy the vision to unleash a powerful portfolio of words beautifully woven into a deep carpet of emotion, romance and intrigue. The Devil, fangs, red stilettos, seduction… it’s all there.

“An erupting Mt. Vesuvius of the heart and loins. I perspired as I read Lady in Red, said photographer Harold Green. “Her twist at the end was brilliant”.

It was a supreme compliment that the tango images gave Jensy inspiration to write Lady in Red .

“As a photographer, one of of my goals is to try to emotionally engage a viewer with my images”, said Harold. “When that happens, bells sound in my heart. A switch is flipped. An electrical connection is made. A person’s heart, mind or soul has been touched”.

Through Harold’s Lens also thanks everyone whose hearts were stirred, panting with passion, from the multi-photo series, Sensuality of the Tango . Your comments have been overwhelming:

… sensual, sexy. I can stare at it for a lo-o-ong time Amos van der Merwe
… sexy good stuff Adrianne Ryan
… sensuality with the aplomb of arrogance and exoticism Felicity-Ann McInnes
… oozing passion and desire theamberlight
… I can feel the heat dalo2013
… sizzling thehappyhugger
… you made me feel like 20 again Sonel
… faculous, sensual, romantic, sexy and full of life utesmile
… warm, wanton bodies Amos van der Merwe
… who needs coffee? This woke me right up this morning Angeline M
… ooo la la, come on, let’s tango!!!!!! Terry
… young men couldn’t behave themselves Sonel
… wanna learn Tango….. now! Ausaf Abidi
… I am not comfortable learning tango with a stranger Carolyn Page
… the music you make with your lens… welling up and up, the desire that won’t be denied… I’m quite breathless Amos van der Merwe
… oh wow! Vanessa von Mollendorf
… sensually bent and swayed… bodies a fantasia… erotica music played Felicity-Ann McInnes
… oh ya Terry Shepherd
… wooohooo! Sandee Trout
… very sensuous Elke Hildegard Muller
… sensuality or plain sexy…! The Rider
… feel the rhythm, taste the anticipation Amos van der Merwe
… tango was just too intimate to learn with strangers Holistic Wayfarer
… promise of passion Amos van der Merwe
…not just a tango any longer. It’s much, much more Amos van der Merwe
… you make me wish I was 20 years young again Sophia Nel
… exquisite pleasure of touching, feeling, drawing nearer… the desire Amos van der Merwe
… one for my vivid imagination Felicity-Ann McInnes
…the exquisite pleasure of touching, feeling, drawing nearer Amos van der Merwe

Through Harold’s Lens Receives Liebster Award.

May 16, 2013 By in HONORS, Martha's Vineyard, UNITED STATES Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , 21 Comments

_HMG5485UNITED STATES. The Island of Martha’s Vineyard Through Harold’s lens:

Through Harold’s Lens is honored to have just been awarded a Liebester Award by cecilia-maria.com

The Liebester Award is given to smaller bloggers to give recognition and encouragement, and to help the rest of the blogging community discover their blogs.

In presenting The Liebster Award, cecilia-maria.com
said she wanted to say thank you to Through Harold’s Lens and to let Harold know how much she appreciates his blog.

Cecilia came dancing out onto the stage floor of my blog, and into my heart, last fall. It was during my posting days of my photographic series on Mexico’s Ballet Folklórico de San Miguel de Allende. As a speaker, writer and professional dancer, Cecelia was using the art of dance in deep union with her beliefs in the Catholic church. She founded Dance Immaculata. There’s a stunning photograph of Cecilia on her Dance Immaculata About cover page.

Cecelia laughs at the days to come and chronicles her light-hearted journey in the everyday moments of life. And laugh and smile she does!!! In everything she does!!! I’ve gone from post to post to post as Cecelia reflects deeply, yet with pure joy, on her adventures with friends, family, the beauty of life, Catholicism and so much more.

Dear fun, smiling Cecelia, thank you. The inner beauty you bring into our world can come only from your heart. A heart that is treasured by blogging friends all over the world.

“I had to let it happen. I had to change”. Flavors From BA.

May 16, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , 26 Comments

world_dance-168ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

As Eva says ,“It won’t be easy”.

Our dance through this Latin culture has come to an end.

But, discovery of more in our vast, rich world continues in about a month .

I hope you have enjoyed our jaunt into the fun, quirky, magical South American city of Buenos Aires.

Dancing shoes… high heel sneakers… splashes of color… deep passion… cold beer… tango dancing.

We met many characters in a play called “Life”.

You experienced and met up close and personal:

Wild artists.… Sexy scents of women.… Hot Latin men with hip-hugging tango passions… Lush women who embrace.… Walls that talk.… Monster crawling cockroaches.… Mad wives. … Slinky models molded with curves.… Hustling salesmen.… Freezing old Gauchos.… Snorting old horses.… Wives that give permission.… Testosterone laden polo players.… Aromas of rich leather.… Beautiful strolling women.… Nudes wrapped in the woods.… Personal notes to men. … Geezers living in today’s world.… Patient Italian men.… Rowdy raucous football fans.… Terrors in the night.… Stunning women who go incognito.… Men who love old license plates.… Folks mad a hell.… Dramatic deaths on the big stage.… A talking Nikon camera.… Love and passion on the tango dance floor.

Did you join Through Harold’s Lens’ caravan in mid journey?

Open a link above. Or two. Or three. Or four.

See what you missed. Fun. A bit lusty. Perky. Wild. Weird.

Through Harold’s Lens is packing his gear bag.

Another country.

Another culture.

Harold’s photographs and stories with his lens and a pens will resume in about a month.

Thank you for all of your “Likes”, your “Comments”, our tete-a-tete and your enjoyment of what I am trying to do.

“I love you, and hope you love me”

Sensuality Of The Tango #6. Flavors From BA.

May 15, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , 13 Comments

world_dance-141world_dance-138world_dance-146ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

Pining. Pining. Pining.
Click. Click. Click.

Find yourself in the video below.
Let go.
Be one with your partner.

May blazing flames rise slowly as you dance tightly embraced with the one you love.

Sensuality Of The Tango. Flavors From BA.

May 9, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 18 Comments

world_dance-162ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

“Oh Harold, stop pushing”, the Nikon D300s camera squealed.

Click. Click. Click.

“Your soft hand is gripping me so hard”, the 70-200mm telephoto lens soothed.

Click. Click. Click.

“Are you taking secret photographs of me”, the LCD screen hollered.

Click. Click. Click.

“I’m really pissed. I get no action” screamed the Nikon D80 camera from inside the gear bag.

Click. Click. Click.

“Oh Harold. Harold. Harold. That feels so, so good”, purred the Gitzo GT 2540 tripod as the smooth, oiled legs extended.

Click. Click. Click.

“Tight fit, my man”, growled the 4GB Compact Flash Card.

Click. Click. Click.

“Please release me forever”, the Really Right Stuff Ballhead swooned.

Click. Click. Click.

“Faster. Faster. Faster”, the frames per second howled.

Minds wander deeply.

Bury into the soul.

Watching the explosive sensuality of the tango.

Lovers. Flavors From BA.

May 4, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , 8 Comments

0902_South_America_010ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

Opera La Boheme. Act 4. Finale.

Rodolfo
Oh Mimi will you never return
Oh, beautiful days, tiny hands
the fragrance of your tresses…
…your snow white neck!

Mimi — (With great passion)
Rodolfo!

Rodolfo — (Carefully, helping Mimi onto a bed)
Hush now, rest.

Mimi — (Holding Rodolfo in her arms)
Oh, my Rodolfo!
May I stay here with you?

Rodolfo
Ah! my dearest Mimi,
always, always!
(Gently Rodolfo persuades Mimi to lie down on the bed and covers her with a blanket, then with great care sips a pillow under Mimi’s head)

Rodolfo
Heavenly lips,
still you speak to me!

Mimi
It’s just a little cough!
I’m used to it.

Rodolfo
Rest now.

Mimi
You won’t leave me?

Rodolfo
No! No!

Mimi
(Mimi open her eyes, stretches her hand out towards Rodolfo, then kisses him lovingly. Mimi puts her arms around Rodolfo’s neck)
Your are my entire life, you are my love.

Rodolfo
Ah, Mimi,
my beautiful Mimi!

Mimi
(She lets herself fall into his arms)
Do you still find me beautiful?

Rodolfo
As lovely as the dawn.

Mimi
(Mimi has a sudden spasm of coughing, she falls back with exhaustion)

Rodolfo
(Alarmed, Rodolfo gently supports Mimi)
Oh God! Mimi!
(Rodolfo carefully lays Mimi down on the pillow)

Mimi
I’m here… my love… always with you!
My hands… in the warm… and… to sleep
Silence…………….

Rodolfo
(Rodolfo dashes to Mimi’s bedside, scoops her up in his arms crying out in extreme desperation)
(weeping)
Mimì!… Mimì!..

THE END

Puccini’s Italian opera La Boheme is one of the most frequently performed operas in the world.

As I quietly strolled La Recoleta Cemetery, I was reminded of the sad, passionate finale of the two lovers Rodolfo and Mimi. And, my tear-filled evening at the New York City Opera watching my Tenor Nephew Barton Green play the lead role of Rodolfo.

Inner Passion. Flavors From BA.

May 2, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , 11 Comments

0902_South_America_094ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

You don’t know her.

I do!

Sophie.

Relaxed. Sophie casually waited to dance. Tango music moving her spirit. Swaying to the sounds of the rhythm. Sophie loves to dance. By herself. Or with a woman. Or with a man.

Waiting to be asked.

But not for the reason the other women were waiting.

They wanted a fantasy.

They wanted young. Stud. Latin. Chiseled face. Piercing eyes. Hot-blooded.

Shirt buttons open to six pack abs. Matted intertwined black curls to the navel. Her braless breast pressed against his chest. His pants skin tight. Firm thigh surging between her hot, quivering legs. Moist. An ever hardening muscle slowly slithering its way up against her warm, twitching belly.

Sophie just wanted to feel her inner passion.

The freedom of dancing.

The flowing.

Sophie could dance to the news.

Opera singers feel their inner passion.

The sudden burst forth of Rodolfo’s heartbreaking finale from the opera La Boheme by my Tenor Nephew, Barton.

Guitar players feel their inner passion.

A stray guitar flows into the hands of my musically gifted Grandson Jarod as he weaves out his latest composition. “The Story”.

You feel your inner passion.

The keyboard of your desk. Your fingers rhythmically listening. A musical favorite.

The freedom of letting go. The spirt rising. The release.

Doing what you love. Doing what you really feel.

Deep down inside.

Your inner core talking.

Your inner passion.

Angry Protest. Flavors From BA.

April 28, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , 12 Comments

0902_South_America_090ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

“Get out now”. “Get out now”. “Get out now”.

Saturday morning. 11am. The roaring rhythm of the angry, swelling crowd screamed.

“Get out now”.

The crowd stormed down the chic street. The upmarket neighborhood of Palermo. Palermo Chico.

“Get out now”.

Stretching from curb to curb. Parking meter to parking meter.

“Get out now”.

Hundreds of signs. Mean words. Hastily scribbled. Red and black ink. Hands gripping long wooden sticks.

“Get out now”.

The surging crowd overflowing onto beautifully landscaped yards.

“We live here”. “Get out now”.

It happened overnight. Vendors. Hucksters. Hundreds of them. Hunkered in. Big colored booths. Loud colors. Flashing lights. Peddlers hawking their wares. Cheap merchandise. Loud music. The stink of greasy food cooking. Stretching for five blocks.

“Get out now”.

Police arrive. No licenses. Vendors out. Three hours later, all is calm. Trash wrappers litter lawns. Protest signs in trash cans. Neighbors once again gossiping. Peace returns to the valley.

Feel The Love Award To Through Harold’s Lens.

April 22, 2013 By in BELGIUM, HONORS Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , 15 Comments

2009__Oceania_Sacandinavian_Splendors_Cruise-3451BELGIUM. Bruges Through Harold’s Lens:

The true name of this award to Through Harold’s Lens is “I Am Part Of The WordPress Family Award”.

I love the nickname “Feel The Love” though, as it expresses how I feel about my WordPress family.

Only a woman we all know and love, named “Hugs” could have given me this award. Her blog handle is www.Hope*the happy hugger.com. Thank you dear “Hugs” for nominating Through Harold’s Lens. You speak so softly of life, love, happiness and most of all kindness that you have a rich family of Followers from all over the world. Dear “Hugs”, I’m sure all of them would agree that you are an ounce of gold in our treasure chest of life.

1938. Flavors From BA.

April 20, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , 4 Comments

0902_South_America_023ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. The pounding noise awakens me. The old weathered garage wall shakes. The boy is only a dozen years old. He’s working between the studs. Again. With Dad’s big, heavy hammer. Among the two family cars.

Bang Bang. Bang. Pause. There’s hundreds of them. All four walls. Floor to ceiling.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. “Why does he do that”, I ask myself. “Collect those old hammered metal plates?”

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. “Is it the crazy names and numbers”? BJ 777. 546-291. 7-86. 42-3004. N-834-R.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. “Does he want names from the 48”? New York. Penna. Oklahoma. Rhode Island. South Carolina. Oregon.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. “Maybe he’s collecting all the old years”? 1910. 1917. 1938.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Pause. “That must be it”. “My brother Chip likes old things. Antiques. He has a deep passion. Cars. Old cars. Iron resting on rubber. A classic look. Cadillacs”.

A rusted old hand painted license plate from Buenos Aires rekindles another memory from when I was 10-years old.

Four! Flavors From BA.

April 17, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , 13 Comments

0902_South_America_034ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

The 2nd hole was murder!! A long par 4. Dog leg left. Lush green fairway. Up a long steep hill. The mountain capped by an area for putting.

The little boy was only ten. Nickname: Metty. Tiger of a tyke. Sixty-five pounds. Soaking wet. A four-foot runt.

His Dad’s golf bag weighed thirty-one pounds. Stood over three feet tall.

Lugging the golf bag up the 2nd hole was pure murder by iron and leather.

Barely lift it. Sling it forward. Dump it down.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Dad said the bag was building character. The small whippersnapper swore quietly. His older brother Chip had taught him the words. The older brother had schlepped the bag up the 2nd hole too. Now the torch had been passed.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

All day. For 6,262 yards. The little nipper humped his Dad’s golf bag around the golf course. Week after week. Month after month. For two years.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Sweat dripped into his eyes. Muscles roared with pain.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Soon, Dad’s male golf tradition was handed to the youngest son. Bart. Another runt.

Bart renamed the 2nd. “The Bastard”.

Groan. Swish. Bump.

Meanwhile, the shaveling took up other sports. Today the squirt is retired. The other sports are not part of his life. He remembers times with his Dad. He now plays golf. Character has been built.

I saw this old, heavy, sagging leather golf bag in San Telmo. It tweaked memories of the great times I had on the 2nd hole as I caddied for my Dad.

Mr. Original. Flavors From BA.

April 13, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , 6 Comments

0902_South_America_025ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

They were stopped. Staring. Eyes glued to an mysterious old brown, wooden box. This young family of four were wandering the antique market. My lens watched.

“Is that an old music box?”, the 12-year old boy asks his Dad. He raises his iPhone at arms length and silently takes a photo. “Google it on your Mac”, says Dad.

The 10-year old girl, grasping her Blackberry, remembers the old collection of love songs that Mom had saved since she was a teenager. The music was on something called a cassette. Mom cried as she tried to untangle the pile of crinkled tan tape covering her garage floor.

Dad is suddenly reminded of the stack of used 8-tracks stuffed in the sagging cabinet in his untidy study.

“I remember your Grandma had these large black discs with small holes”, Mom says. They had big cardboard covers and lots of songs on them. She called them 33’s.

“Oh yeah”, Dad says. “Remember Grandpa’s stacks of these small black discs with big holes in them?” I played frisbee with them. The labels said 45 rpm.

“I sure wish your Great Grandpa was here”, Mom says. He played a tenor saxophone in a jazz band at Princeton. He had these blacks discs with small holes that went ‘round and ‘round real fast. Called em 78‘s. He played songs by Paul Whiteman and Bix Beiderbecke on them. The music was scratchy.

“When I was a little boy at your Great, Great Grandpa’s house”, Dad says, “there was an old, wooden music box like this one in the corner of their living room. It had a crank on it. A faded old black and white photograph of them sat on top of the music box. They were young. They were dressed up. They were dancing. Your Great Great Grandma was wearing a short dress with fringe on the bottom. She looked like she was hopping around. Her legs were bent like twigs at the knees”.

With a sprinkling of grey hair, I raised my Nikon. Then with slumping shoulders, this aging photographer slowly slinked away.

Dressing Down. Flavors From BA.

April 7, 2013 By in ARGENTINA, Flavors From Buenos Aires Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , 13 Comments

0903_South_America_111ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:

My head spun a Charlie McCarthy 360!

Gorgeous face. My Nikon searched for my left eye. Click. Click. Click.

She whisked by me dressed down in old Bohemian fabrics. Click. Click. Click.

Her moving red lips said “Thank you”.

I could not resist. “You are so beautiful you should be a model in the Buenos Aires Fashion Week”.

“I am one of the Fashion Week models”, she whispered.

With curiosity I asked “Why are you dressed so casually, so Bohemian?” “I’m trying to be incognito in Buenos Aires. These Latin men are, let’s just say, a bit assertive”. At the fashion shows in Paris, New York and Milan, the men give us some distance”.

A new experience for me. Wrapping your body in fabrics is an art onto itself. Wrapping yourself to decrease attention? It didn’t work with me! My Nikon captured her.

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