Throw back – thinking back

It has been a year since we left England behind to venture into a new life. This week, with the anniversary of sorts, I realized that I had never even looked at my pictures that I took of our last week in England. So dug them out, they were of course safely stored and in my Lightroom database. And on a couple of external Drobo/other back up disks. I don’t take risks with my memories. Not after the time I lost a folder with 60.000 photographs.
I ask myself today why I did not open the last weeks folder earlier. I guess I knew in my heart that it was going to be painful. And it is far better to avoid painful if you just moved to the other side of the world.
I snapped and I am giving you the pictures here as I shot them. Without processing. I am not sure if I want to zoom in and see too many details…
On my last day in England I went into town with my friend Madeline, and she showed me a couple of corners that I had never seen before. We went into the Turkish baths, the Harrogate Kursaal… How easy it is to live somewhere for 14 years and not have seen it all.
Talked to the lovely guy in the coffee store, having a wonderful latte and I vaguely remember some fruitie goodies… I know I tried frantically not to think “this is the last…”. For the longest time Madeline and I ended all emails and conversations and goodbyes with “See you next week”. And today I still choke up when I say it silently in my mind.
rriving at Leeds Bradford in the morning around five O’clock, we see Cornflake and Cathy at the parking… A healthy surprise, and I dare not ask myself what time they left home to meet us here… But it sure is nice to have a friend there to wave us off.
The England with the little pieces of divided land, tiny roads and buildings. Lots of green…
The England with the stately homes and castles… And boy did I see and visit a lot of those. You can live your whole life in England, visit a castle every week, and still not see them all. I am glad we visited them while we were living there.
A short touch down in Heathrow, getting on the big plane that will take us over the ocean… On route to new things. Without knowing what lies ahead. Exiting and scary at the same time.
It’s a calm semi sunny day. Little sheepy clouds over the waves, lovely shading on the water. It’s my thing, jumping in head first, without tasting the temperature of the water, and trying to stay afloat. It’s how I started my journey to the new country…

And I am still bobbing!


On another note, I’m interested in the new iPhone so am selling my present iPhone 6plus… Check it out


Celebrating life

Is the main emotion when around happy music and happy people. When Latino’s are involved, one can be sure to have fun. I loved all the dancing and swirling and singing over the weekend in my happy place Mesilla.
It was as if the people were happy with me, and were feasting in the honor of my being here for a whole year already. I have honestly no idea where the days went. And some of those past days were very long and ugly. Being homesick for England was a major thing to get over. No way had I seen that coming!
I still have to be careful when watching some of my oscar winning movies of me driving around in the British country side. Can’t do too much of those or my mood swaps to blue. I want to stay orange… Mesilla was a truly happy spot, with the local school children dancing their little hearts out. In 90 degrees weather. 30 Degrees for Europeans.
I was barely moving and felt sweat running over my back. Shooting in 30 degrees is bad enough!
The Plaza was packed. Ice cream vendors racked golden profits. The music filled every corner. Parents and grandparents around the plaza, gleaming with pride looking at their grandsons and/or granddaughters.
I thought about my granddaughters in Belgium, and how proud I would feel should I see them performing on a any festive occasion. A wonderful day that left my heart filled with warmth and good feelings.