“Hardware For Hookers”

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Netherlands
Through Harold Lens:

Red Light District
We strolled.
My trusty sidekick
Mr. SLR Nikon & I.

@$#&%* camera out of here!!!
Came cat calls

Highway of hookers
Brothels & sex shops
Same word used for invitation and exit
Sir Winston’s V means something else here.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

Mr. SLR Nikon hid behind my hip.

Silicone valleys slipped behind symbolic poles
Flabby, white, pasty thighs peeled off old paint cracked windows
Big, bosoms bounced down basement steps
Red silk minis slipped into “quick service” entrances.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

Stilettos clicked quicker on concrete
Black silks wrapped over hipbones
Tongues licked glossy red lips inviting desire
Erotic flirt.

@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!
@$#&%* camera!

“Time to Hook em”
said Mr. SLR
“Peep show’s over
Working girls’ got to work.”

“Maiden Mild”

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Poland
Through Harold’s Lens:

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Chill went up my spine
Spiritual uplifting notes
Muffled Mephistos stilled
Eyes teared
Inspiring notes.

Cello of passion
Whispering
Riveting.
Intense
Timeless aria.

Turned
Across lonely road
Shade
Large leafy oak.

Brazilwood bow
Brushed slowly
Across strings.

Snow-white feather fingers
Glided slowly
Along neck.

Eyes caressed her cheeks
Her heart
Her soul
Dreaming
Calm
Peaceful
Lithe body swaying.

My tears flowed
Nikon rose to eye
Fog through rivulets.

Push. Click. Push. Click. Push Click.

Greatest hymn ever written

Comfort
Silence
Her eyes glided open.

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

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

“I Had To Change”

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Argentina
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 of our vast, rich world continues.

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… dancing the tango.

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.… Mad wives. … Slinky models molded with curves.… Hustling salesmen.… Freezing old Gauchos.… Wives that give permission.… Testosterone laden polo players.… Beautiful strolling women.… Nudes wrapped in the woods.… Personal notes to men. … Rowdy raucous football fans.… Terrors in the night.… Stunning women who go incognito.… 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?

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

Through Harold’s Lens is packing his gear bag.

Tie for another country. Another culture.

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”

“#1 Sensuality Of The Tango”

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Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Click. Click. Click.

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

Minds wander deeply
Bury into the soul.

Watching the explosive sensuality of the tango.

“Mr. Original”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

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

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

The 10-year old sister
grasps Blackberry
Remembers old collection of love songs that Mom had saved since she was a teenager
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 suddenly remembers
Stack of used 8-tracks
Stuffed in sagging cabinet
His untidy study.

“I remember your Grandma
Had large black discs with small holes”, Mom says
Big cardboard covers
Lots of songs on them
She called them 33’s.

“Oh yeah”, Dad says.
“Remember Grandpa’s stacks 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 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
The music was scratchy.

“I was a little boy at your Great, Great Grandpa’s house”, Dad says
Old, wooden music box like this one in the corner of their living room
Crank on it
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
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
With slumping shoulders, this aging photographer slowly slinked into the shadows of Buenos Aires.

“What’s Up?”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Sunday.

Streets are closed to auto traffic in the Buenos Aires neighborhood of San Telmo.

It’s a bizarre time!

Artisans, musicians, street performers and antique vendors from near and far are here to share their treasures and their talents with the public.

People of all nationalities are wandering, walking, strolling, gawking. It’s a unique and alluring experience.

Over here, there’s something weird happening.

Over there, what is that woman doing?

Where’s the reggae music coming from?

Sundays in San Telmo just go with the flow.

“San Telmo Sunday”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

The cobblestoned street neighborhood of San Telmo in Buenos Aires comes alive every Sunday.

Artisans, musicians, street performers and antique vendors come from near and far to share their treasures and their talents with the public at the weekly antique fair Feria de San Telmo.

“Fierce Ball”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Tune in to Club Atletico Boca Juniors!

A fierce professional football team in the La Boca neighborhood in Buenos Aires.

One of the most popular and most successful football teams in Argentina, and one of the most successful in the world, having won 43 official titles.

A Club with a tough history founded over 105 years ago by five Italian immigrants.

If you can even find a ticket, get it.

Grab a hard hat.

Gear up with combat clothing.

Grasp a cold beer
Grasp a case.

Climb into Boca’s home stadium’s trenches for another rough rivalry game.

Boca Juniors Game Day!
Bloody nose
to
Bloody nose time!

“Stoned?”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Never know!

Who cares!

In the middle of the San Telmo neighborhood, sitting in the middle of the street, dressed to the hilt, smothered in white powder, he remained stone motionless. A full tin cup of pesos by his side.

Many tried to get him to move, wiggle or blink.

I wondered how he emptied the tin cup.

“Musical Seduction”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

As our intertwined couples passionately engage themselves with the rhythms of the tango our musicians appear; acoustic guitar, deep throaty sax, maybe some violins, piano, a double bass and a bandoneon.

“Embrace Her”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Come on men.

Tango with her.

One step back
One step to the right
A step to the side
Several steps forward.

Move smoothly
In the soft embrace
Curvy swooning woman.

“Patience”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

Patience Beautiful!

A delicious Latin man is near.

Tango is ad lib on the street corners, and you may be the next woman selected.

Life’s a surprise in Buenos Aires.

“The Story?”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

So What Is Your Story Here?

A husband surprised by the appearance of his wife?

The husband covering his inebriated woman’s face?

Maybe a sister who thinks her brother is goofy?

The clue
His right hand.

The fun continues…only in Buenos Aires!

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