A Royal Park

Ever since my parents tossed me into the back seat of the car and headed off to parts unknown, I have been a travel fanatic.  When I was in elementary school there were times when my mom would decide we were going to head (insert direction, but usually out west) for awhile and would pull me from school.  Being out of school did not bother me in the least bit, outside of when I was actually given school work to take with me that the teacher expected me to turn in when I got back.  The nerve!  Didn’t they know I was learning geography, science, and history by being in different parts of the United States and experiencing the wonders that teachers only showed us in books.  How rude!

To this day if given the chance to travel I will – after much sturm und drang about what to pack –  leap on it and go.  Travel truly does broaden ones horizons and sometimes girth depending on where you have traveled. Meeting new people and chatting them up, seeing new magnificent scenery, visiting a unique museum and yes, eating new foods is what life is all about or should be one of the prerequisites.  Live, love, learn, laugh, take pictures – lather rinse repeat!  When I was a child I played stick ball with some Navajo children in Arizona.  I momentarily got separated from my parents wandering off with a bunch of kids in Mexico.  I went with of one of the resort employees in Negril to go check up on her mother.  I was told to get off the table while dancing with a group from San Juan at a bar in Aruba.  Good times and fond memories.

This year I had the pleasure of going to England with DH to visit his relatives and for him to show me around.  As usual, he stayed reserved and I was the one hopping around talking to people, taking pictures, and climbing on the lions in Trafalgar Square.  Oh sure it is your classic tourist shot but I just HAD to do it. While walking around,  we went to St. James park. It was fascinating and lovely and I am so very glad we went.  There were people there from all over the world.  My ear was picking up multiple languages including a group of school children who were playing Duck, Duck, Goose in French.  Cool!  The park was beautiful and there were so many flowers in bloom at the time.  I was in photo opp heaven.  While rounding one corner I came to an abrupt stop as I saw this huge pelican perched on the fence with this older gentleman looking at him.

I have never been that close to a pelican before and never knew they were such large birds, I mean really large, did I happen to mention that they are large!   Took the shot and walked on and enjoying the rest of our day – even got to see the changing of the guards shortly after this picture was taken.  It wasn’t until we got back home and pics were uploaded that I had a good chuckle at this.  I think these two have similar hair styles.

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Fine art photographer who loves to see and capture the amazing things in this world. Owner of Images by TDashfield photography. www.imagesbytdashfield.com
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6 Responses to A Royal Park

  1. Steve says:

    Now that is too funny!!! Love it!

  2. ChgoJohn says:

    Great pic and observation! I, too, love to travel and just for this kind of thing — the unexpected. I was once walking around the gardens surrounding the Louvre. My camera ran out of film — yes, that long ago — and I sat on a bench just across from a sculpture of the Three Graces. WIth my camera still open and unavailable, I looked up to see a college student join the Graces and, with his pants at his knees, moon all of the passersby. He was gone by the time my film was loaded but I’ll never forget “that shot.”

  3. dhphotosite says:

    Same hair and same expression too!!! Too funny!!!

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