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Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
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Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004 - 5:14 a.m.
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Bad Flamenco Photos Photoshopped as Much as Possible
Second entry tonight... another entry with kinky links and shadowy bushes right here. Lots of photos.
Now more photos. All Photos Copyright 2004 Wench77
Sorry, but the photos from the flamenco show are a complete disaster. I have blown them up to a gazillion times the normal size, and upped the brightness so you can see a wee little bit. I did my best. Mostly the stage was lit very dimly and my friend was sitting back far enough so he could see the whole stage. urk.
|So that there with the white arrow is me dancing Carmen. I can see close up that in one part half of us are looking to the front and half to the side. Which is right I have no idea. The rest we seem to be synched up. I realize I prefer to be on stage NOT in synch with other people. What the hell, I have stagefright no matter what. My legs were shaking. But at least you can adlib if things don't go so well if you are alone. I guess it went ok.|
|Here is a photo of the girl I look up to, who has great attitude and poise when she dances... she is one of the two that the teacher uses at exhibition shows to show off her teaching. She is short and muscular, and incredibly still very feminine but strong. This is one of our teacher's dresses.|
|Here is a tableau of people in the classes wearing a history of our teacher's dresses throughout her career. The show seemed very focussed on our teacher. As she noted, one needs to be a bit of a narcissist to be a good flamenco dancer.|
well that is in for the bad flamenco photos.
|And this is the whole school of students dancing the Sevillanas in costume. I rather wish I HAD been up there on stage with them for that. Actually I don't. I wish we had a dance outside in a square, a plaza, like they do in Seville, in Spain, where that is a regular type of dance in a fiesta. Then it would be a fun party, instead of a performance. That would be great.|
You know what, I am going to put a third entry for the Boudoir massage photos, cuz I think it will load too slowly for those without cable modem.
So that is it for this entry. tah.
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