little girl and the wave

Last weeken after a breaskfast feast at Ukrop with A, we just made a prompt decision to go to Yorktown. We flew homes packing, making sandwichs, put on sunglasses and sandles, and hit the road. A insisted that she was going to drive considering my turtle speed driving and less sense of direction, she still got us lost for about 30 minutes. After all it has been good after seeing a nice blue sky and ocean scene.

We brought books and lawn chair reading under the tree shade above the yellow sand. Then A came to the point that she wanted to have sexy pictures taken. I was really not into it to be honesty. But somebody had to do it. So I took pics of her with a professional photographer's attitute and they came out surprisingly good. I was telling her how to put her legs, suck her stomach in, splash her long hair all those silly poses you can think of in the annual swimming suit calendar. Then it started to getting me excited so I join the smug shot as a bay watcher photo mob. Our professional attitute probably caught some tourists' interest (Yorktome is a popular civil war battle field, they have a historial park near by). A family, father mother about 6-70years old, daughter and son-in-law strolling toward us and ask if he (the father) could take a picture of A and me. (to add: we both wear two pieces bikini). I guess either we are hot sexy chics or endangerous species to them.

Then there came along this little asian girl with her father. Blue jeans, blue shirt with somewhat blue mood beyond blue ocean and sky, I like the feeling of this photo.

A farewell party

The first time here in Richmond I went to a party with people who all have something common of Taiwan or the same area. I always love group pictures. I think it is probably I am so far away from home. A group picture makes me feel like belonging to some sort of family setting.

Crazy as Muscular and Feminant - Rudolf Nureyev

"Because of Nureyev's gifts he was usually forgiven for many things, but stardom did little to improve his temperament. He was notoriously impulsive and did not have much patience with rules, limitations and hierarchical order. " www.nureyev.org

This was a description of Nureyev that I thought fits him so much. Sunday night after helping a friend painting, I could not wait to trun on TV to the PBS chennel for the doucumentation "Rudolf Nureyev-the Russian years". The program did a wonderful job of telling stories on Nureyev. Good and bad, love and hate, laughters and tears, sweetness and bitterness are all in one. One of his former colleage mentioned that for being a male ballerina, you have to be muscular and feminant, it is crazy. Another his dance partner said when she was leaving Russia for Cuba where her home was, Nureyev stay with her in the train compartment and cried a lot. When she finally got home, she suddenly realized that Nureyev was left behind then she cried. I imagined what she said on TV and thought that was a such beautiful but sad.

From the quote, I strongly feel the same way of some people that I met in my life. L is my one of my good friends who I have known for almost 2 decates. He has this such charm that people would forgive or deminish for his unperfect part. He also has some kind of temperament as in the quote (impulsive...). Life is not fair what else I can say. I used to be so angry that he could get away from some of homework and other little things that I have work so hard to earn.