For those of you who come from sane parts of the world. Summer in L.A. I a strange and wonderful blur. I once saw a tour bus that was filled with Brits trying to find movie stars in downtown Hollywierd. They stood close to the bus as if they feared losing their souls if they moved too far from the little bit of England. I saw a British matron who had exactly the same shape as a Bosque pear. She clutched a bag of Oreo cookies, the cookie by which all other cookies are compared. She already had the secret of menopausal magic, sugar and chocolate.. If they really wanted to see stars, they should have gone to the Bel-Air Trader Joes and watch every movie star in Beverly Hill buying organic everything health food while their plastic boobs bounce, and decrepit old geezers like me look, but can't remember why. A two foot tall midget wearing a gold crown who has been in at least two hundred movies and Tele shows like "The Game of Thrones" walked past the Brits unnoticed and grabbed the matrons Oreos. She stared at him with utter amazement as he disappeared into the crowd.
Last night, my spousal unit and I went to the Hollywood Bowl to hear Kristen Chenoweth sing. She may be the only woman in the Galaxy shorter than my wife. I'm sure at some time, at least a few of her relatives said, "Follow the yellow brick road." At my age the pictures like the one here is what I see most at the bowl, this other bowl, not the concert bowl. By the way, Kristen was magnificent even though after one high, high note she said the reason she could hit that amazing note was that it was getting cold, and she had forgot to wear her knickers.
|Camera:||Nikon Coolpix S600 Check out Nikon Nation!|
|Recording media:||JPEG (digital)|
|Date Taken:||24 Aug 2013 - 7:37 AM|
|Lens Max Aperture:||f/2.7|
|Exposure Mode:||Program AE|
|Flash:||Off, Did not fire|