This week John doesn’t, “…want participants to think that this challenge is all about oceans, lakes, and rivers. The theme “On the Water” encompasses whatever manner of water floats your boat (or doesn’t).”
A Sacramento summer calls out for water. In my case I can choose between a shower or the blue pool I have for my puppy. Or I can sit in front of a fan and look over my photo library. Being from the east coast I am drawn to the beaches found on Long Island, N.Y. Many a 4th of July was spent in traffic on the causeway leading to Jones Beach. I get a calm feeling listening to the waves crashing. My last year of college I had an apartment a block away from Long Beach (New York), and in the spring mornings I would go down to beach, and nap on the sand. Now on the west coast I enjoy the waves found in Pacific Grove, Ca.
As a photographer water takes a big step forward in my search for subject matter.
I like to look for reflections.
There is a certain playfulness found when people are around water.
The ripples in the water reminds me of impressionist paintings.
I use shutter speeds to freeze droplets
Or create a silky flow created by using a slow shutter speed.
This week the Amy challenges us to share the beauty of gardens. I felt drawn to the peace I find while walking through our local gardens. I enjoy looking for the details I find, and thought this would be the perfect time to bring out my macro lens. This is problematic when the forcast for the weekend shows up with the wind icon. So I look back on my library of images.
McKinley Park Rose Garden sure puts on a colorful show.
The Getty Center in Los Angeles is absolutely amazing. The garden as an art form. These images are just a tiny piece of what you can experience. CoVid 19 has closed this from the public, but it looks like there will be a reopening soon.
Last weekend I attended my first World Federation Conference of Child Holocaust Survivors and their Descendants.
Eleven members of the 2 Gen group from Sacramento participated.
About 600 attendees sat down to meals at the Marriott.
The almost 600 attendees participated in many workshops, some panel discussions, dancing, and plenty of good food.
We gather for dinner with friends.
The second generation made up the largest group. There is an age difference between the survivors who were over 16 at the end of the war, and those who were under 16 years old at the end of 1945. The personal stories varied, the impact of the Holocaust differed, and the perceptions proved dissimilar.
I connected with my cousin who I have not seen in at least 46 years. It was a very, very short visit, but at least there was at least a reconnection.
After the convention I tried to talk to my mother. She is feeling very alone right now. After 69 years together with my Dad she is alone. Recently I discovered a letter she wrote to her Uncle Lazar Kahan in Shanghai after the war. Unaware that he passed away right after the war ended the letter was given back to my mother probably by his wife, Shoshana. In the letter she described her terrible journey. Before the age of 19 my mother endured the arrest and murder by the Nazis of my grandfather, Israel Kahan, journalist and owner of Lodzer Nachrichten, moving into the Lodz Ghetto with her mother, and its liquidation in August 1944. My mother and Grandmother were transported to Auschwitz August 1944 where they were separated and my Grandmother was gassed. My mother was sent to work camps as slave labor and ended up in Bergen Belsen. The English liberated the camp in May 1945, but not before she endured death marches trying to stay one step ahead of the Allies. Liberation, a brief stay in Sweden to recuperate, and a ship brought her to New York. War is over and everyone wants to move on. No psychological help is offered, no knowledge of PTSD. The letter she writes demonstrates that very real damage has been done. Alone, feeling guilty, seeing life without hourly fears, having no support system my mother poured out her feelings in this letter. A couple of months later my Dad enters her life, and she finds a quiet understanding. And then time to start living, start a family, and participate in the American dream.
Both my parents gave testimony in the Shoah project started by Steven Spielberg. This is my family legacy.