The elderly

I’ve always said that I am good at following rules.  It then stands to reason that I often create rules just to be able to follow them.  One of these rules pertains to my photographic inventory when on travel.  I must take photographs of the elderly… and generally without them knowing.

I found this man in Rome.  Perhaps he was waiting for someone.

Rome

Rome

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These 3 were enjoying a view of town from the top of a hill in Thessaloniki, Greece while sharing quite a few laughs.  I watched them for quite a while before I found a way to sneak a shot of them.  Friendships like these make my heart smile.

Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki

Not far from where the 3 above were sitting, sat 3 men enjoying the view as well.  Maybe they were with the 3 women.  Or maybe they were tourists like us, but out on a boy’s trip!

Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look at their darling hair pins!  I would have taken them home if I could have thought of a way to get them through Customs.

Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This woman was walking home (presumably).  What you cannot see in this photo is the sway in her skirt as her hips moved from side to side, steadied by the cane. It was magical.

Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Italy is full of old men who simultaneously remind  me of my adorable grandfather and every character from every mob movie.  These two looked like they were in trouble and I loved them for it.  Although… enough gelato will make me love anyone for nearly any reason.

Assisi

Assisi

This man was visiting the cathedral in Assisi when we were.  I gathered from his accent that perhaps he was German.  His profile is fantastic!

Assisi

Assisi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This little man was one of my favorite parts of my Italy trip in 2005.  He came right up to me at St Mary Major Church and started talking to me about love, luck, and the importance of recognizing one’s Blessings.  His accent was very thick and he spoke extremely quickly.  After he rushed through a goodbye, he walked away into a side chapel where I found him later and snapped this photo.  Isn’t it funny how a complete stranger can be the most vivid thing you remember about an experience?

Assisi

Rome

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaking of the elderly, I have a post drafted about my Pop who passed away last month.  Hopefully I will get the courage to finish it soon. It’s been hard to write something without tearing up. One day…

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