Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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Dreaming of France: Wedding Photos, Parisian-style

The day we went to see Notre Dame the line was on the longish side so I left my husband to hold our places while I snooped around a bit. He's lovely that way, letting me wander off to see if I spot anything interesting to snap.

 I found a bride and groom in a semi-quiet spot on the grounds, conferring with their photographer, his assistant holding a reflective aid (a bounce) in the background. Mid-May, the temperature in Paris was hovering in the low 60's and I wondered if the bride was cold in her frothy white strapless gown.

I watched from a discreet distance while the pair posed for the next shot, the pigeons pecking at the ground around them. She was probably too happy and excited to feel the chill. 

 A pretty picture for the photo album, especially with the way her dress sweeps off to the side but the couple seemed hesitant and I got the idea they were in transition. Something else was coming.

Suddenly they were holding hands and running right into the flock of birds, sending them fluttering into the air.

I really wish I could see the end result from the photographer's point of view. It must have been spectacular, a perfect snapshot of a couple in transition, from single life to married life, taking flight together.

May they live happily ever after.

Linking to Paulita's Dreaming of France meme.


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  1. What sweet sentiments. I would have just assumed they were trying to get a picture of the birds flying rather than seeing the hidden metaphor for single to married life.
    Thanks for playing along with Dreaming of France. Here’s my Dreaming of France meme

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    1. You're probably right! I was probably reading too much into it.

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  2. What a serendipitous moment! I love the idea of running into the birds and sending them flying. Beautiful.

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