Love, in All Its Glorious Ways - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

Some say it's the month of love.  Then, let's talk about love.

While in Japan, I witnessed the only known primates that take a bath in the comfort of hot spring water.  These close relatives of us human reminded me how one's love can seem so different to an observer.  And yet, just like the world is not all pink, I guess love exists and is exhibited in such diversified forms. 

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I'm not sure if the fact that Jigokudani, translated literally into English as "Valley of Hell", has anything to do with some unconventional behaviors that happen here, I sure hope that when it's out of line, one knows when to cry for help.  

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May you enjoy the freedom of love and be loved.

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A Crowd Pleaser, or ... - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

I may be biased.  But I think my Assistante carries a certain energy that makes people like him.  

In a country that's hostile to cameras, and people with cameras (see my other post "I Had People Framed in Morocco"), having a certain number of people turn a smiley face to him was still quite a scene.  I had to quickly take that moment as a photographic proof.  Or, was I quick enough?  I think one kid caught me.   

Don't ask what happened next.  Just know that we made it back home in one piece. :-)

Question to you: Is it his royal aura that made these boys smile/laugh?

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Tango is for Argentina, Flamenco is for Andalusia - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

Before walking into the room, my expectations were lukewarm.  Though, I did not stay in that state for long.  As soon as the lights were down and the guitar started playing, I was singing, moving, feet tapping the floor, hands up in the air clapping, bottom of skirt sweeping... in my dreams. :-)

Fortunately, I did not lose all my senses and forget my position as an audience, and people in the row before me. :-)  So I could bring the craze and passion that every sense was loaded with from Spain back to you.  Some say the Spanish word flamenco could have been a derivative of the Spanish word flama, meaning "fire" or "flame".  I would not argue with that.

Flamenco, it's (fiery) love at first sight. :-)

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